Him:
"I love you,
the Sun will drop, the Stars move aside,
waves subside,
to the calming of a head on a pillow.
Here it is the case of blood and gold
that's backpacked a thousand miles
and the square footage,
of a Human Soul Infinite."
Me:
"Traveler's Dilemma:
never Satisfied.
an Adventurer of the classified,
to what might make the Questions
Real,
so the pupil will not live Insanity.
At least to know what she does not is Truth
so the Journey is not a wasted youth."
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 9:06 PM UTC
Him:
"I love you,
the Sun will drop, the Stars move aside,
waves subside,
to the calming of a head on a pillow.
Here it is the case of blood and gold
that's backpacked a thousand miles
and the square footage,
of a Human Soul Infinite."
Me:
"Traveler's Dilemma:
never Satisfied.
an Adventurer of the classified,
to what might make the Questions
Real,
so the pupil will not live Insanity.
At least to know what she does not is Truth
so the Journey is not a wasted youth."
I am 'me'
He is 'he'
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