Tuesday, October 1, 2013





born to be with or without us

into your name that day
sure as I spelled the clouds
and that wild horses gallop away
as though infinity was a friend

stopped thinking she was free
didn't realize that if
she thought she was a goddess
(out through the in door)
Would she stop dreaming me

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