Meet me before the sun comes up.
Before that ball of hydrogen dissolves,
what ever fog led us here in the night.
You spoke and wept and yelled.
The mist offered a chance
to see into your gaurded depths.
We found disclosure in the bottom
of a bottle again, but in the day
we’re distant for the knowledge.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
Meet me before the sun comes up.
Before that ball of hydrogen dissolves,
what ever fog led us here in the night.
You spoke and wept and yelled.
The mist offered a chance
to see into your gaurded depths.
We found disclosure in the bottom
of a bottle again, but in the day
we’re distant for the knowledge.
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