Perhaps I saw you when
you swallowed the sun and
you plagued the place
you called home.
I was not your home.
Your moon crawled
slowly over them while
they shuddered to think
how you made them believe.
I never believed in you.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 2:57 AM UTC
Perhaps I saw you when
you swallowed the sun and
you plagued the place
you called home.
I was not your home.
Your moon crawled
slowly over them while
they shuddered to think
how you made them believe.
I never believed in you.
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