Tuesday, August 19, 2008

the morning breaks my heart
everytime
the way it
breaks slowly over clouds
or mountains
or oceans
and runs spears of sunlight
through the night
the way it
leaves the moon
like a memory
like a ghost

Fabricated by joe at 1:04:00 AM

...and then there was

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