Friday, February 19, 2010

absorbed




so write your book.
though it gets wet
the page is crooked
the letters bleed
o how these suns
they'll come and go
but theres just one thats close enough to dry our cloak.
and o that sun
may come and go
when its gone it darkens everything we know
and o my sun
when you get old
i hope your hearts still light enough for you to flo
and o my sun when you get old
i hope your heart is light enough for you to flo
AND O MY SUN
cont...

-The Petrojvic Blasting Company
*sinking ships*

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