*I caught luck in my left hand,
And held a fire in my heart.
It's a starless night,
And I'm a window away,
This glass has never felt so thick.
Your stare traverses galaxies,
But it can't touch vernacular,
Only ensure mysteries.
Strangely endearing,
I let luck free.
Wished on another star,
Fire flied free.*
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
*I caught luck in my left hand,
And held a fire in my heart.
It's a starless night,
And I'm a window away,
This glass has never felt so thick.
Your stare traverses galaxies,
But it can't touch vernacular,
Only ensure mysteries.
Strangely endearing,
I let luck free.
Wished on another star,
Fire flied free.*
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