what switch might lay above me,
that I would write forever?
you're no stranger than me.
I'll convolute as long as I see,
with the sea- a shining quarter.
I'm in Heaven, now.
With words.
Don't bother searching,
we'll all drift well enough,
and breathe,
and breathe be-yond.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 3:08 AM UTC
what switch might lay above me,
that I would write forever?
you're no stranger than me.
I'll convolute as long as I see,
with the sea- a shining quarter.
I'm in Heaven, now.
With words.
Don't bother searching,
we'll all drift well enough,
and breathe,
and breathe be-yond.
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