the gift of sky so dense and deep as to transform the mortal arm into super-stretchy-plastic-girl and so i reach up to wave a hand through candy clouds and return those sticky fingers to a hungry mouth..
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
About Me
- Name: doriandra
- Location: United States
بلخ الحية، والموسيقى في مرحلة ما بعد المعاصرة المستقاة من ملذات الخراب.
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2 Comments:
the sky is so very big and yet we all lay beneath it. funny thought that. seperated by miles. by oceans. by continents but we both lay beneath the same sky.
Into the big blue, satiated in knowing, that foreverness can feed all our fears
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