| By Closing Submitted by distant moon Date: 2007 Oct 11 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.11.21.53.2102]] |
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Play, on your harp, this fire is burning brightly. And time, ...it is waiting. Play, all your songs, your musings are adorable and you love mine too. See me, crying. I can't help the words. Screaming, when breathing, I just can't explain... Help, with this song, it unintelligible drivel, dissonance, distant, distances. And you can blame, the oldest child, but you're blaming yourself when you do...now I'm just a boy, a boy that loves his mother, and hopes... to find hope in another. And hopes to find hope, in another... |