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.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
I Love This Song, Forever
I've probably already posted this song, but eh.
I slip softly through, all my dreams, my dear, they are of you.
Even if your heart stops, I’ll be there to hold you up. Even as the world turns, I’ll be there to watch the fire burn.
Burn us both alive.
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