the art of nothing more has not been lost, i know it well
it has been mine to serve Othello to the guillotine and poppies
the myriad are gathered to the helium and Harpies
and a gallon of miraculous is accidentally wasted
the meaning of the soul is how you love someone, distracted
by the loving for the loving was the loving that you loved
bind me more than set me free
and that be love exactly
and
the comet in your hand is my heart
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 10:44 AM UTC
the art of nothing more has not been lost, i know it well
it has been mine to serve Othello to the guillotine and poppies
the myriad are gathered to the helium and Harpies
and a gallon of miraculous is accidentally wasted
the meaning of the soul is how you love someone, distracted
by the loving for the loving was the loving that you loved
bind me more than set me free
and that be love exactly
and
the comet in your hand is my heart
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