#593073 added June 25, 2008 at 5:27pm Restrictions: None
Arbitrary Moons
circle my head and tell me it’s night though it’s two in the aftercuntingnoon
lamp down my eyelids and tell me I’m blind
make my mirror a house for despair to thrive
cut my wrists and keep me alive
tell me it’s alright when it’s absabloody hopeless
the grammar nazis;
the hall monitors;
the con-men; liars; a world to themselves
bursting planets is hard to do when
you’ve no one else to pull you through them
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