Tuesday, May 03, 2011

Searchlight

Scarred star.
So this one,
sun don't shine.

Hopes migrate
mate, we're missing
insane details here

light undulance warmth.
Alright. Why don't you
come on over to my house.

Holy
so ordinary. Come in.
All is--or will be--forgiven.

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