By distant moon
Date: 2007 Oct 11
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[[2007.10.11.21.53.2102]]

Closing

Play, on your harp,
this fire is burning
brightly.
And time,
...it is waiting.
Play, all your songs,
your musings are
adorable and
you love mine too.

See me, crying.
I can't help the words.
Screaming, when breathing,
I just can't explain...

Help, with this song,
it unintelligible drivel,
dissonance, distant, distances.

And you can blame,
the oldest child,
but you're blaming yourself
when you do...now I'm
just a boy,
a boy that loves
his mother,
and hopes...
to find hope
in another.

And hopes
to find hope,
in another...