A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
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Consider this a sign, this is a train in the night. And now it's time for you to go.
Sucker love is heaven sent. You pucker up,our passion's spent.
So bad I can't think straight,so bad that my bones shake.
Lovely tracks! I (heart)!
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