Farewell, Forlorn, by Cutie In A Death Cab
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It's
lighter later
today. The
sun smiles softly.
But now here it comes;
Finally falling
down on me. I
see something...
a cover, top, lid. Looking up I
blow it back
and it
drops down
again. Can't stop the inevitable. So let's embrace this
big black box
and draw stars where
stars should shine.
Constellations keep me company
while everything
soundly sleeps.
Might as well
make the most
of lonliness.
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Posted: 2005-04-15 01:29:54 UTC |
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