Sunday, January 21, 2007


where are you? crashing through the cosmos, tell me
when this ends and ill be fine tell me when it tumbles
to the atmosphere of my demise... clutch my frequency
and recall resisting seizure, the stitch in our time,
a star import bound in twine... all mine... criminals
that dont believe in sacrifice are the ones that dont
make it out alive

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