Sunday, October 20, 2013

You know that I write poems, right?

And that I am also a Poet

That I live to ride

(that I loved you
the way the sun burns
and the heavenly bodies
turn perfectly aligned)

I'll go and find the stardust that made us
wait till the steel walls rust,

(burn down your forest)

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