i grew wings.
my baby taught me to sing.
listen to that young people music.
spinning fast.
never lasts.
until the moment i figured out, what the moment was all about.
wrote it down.
light a match.
get attached.
until your artistry is snatched by greedy mouths.
and the night sky.
song. cry.
women wine.
and the sun. fly.
so high.
too much pride.
paper burn and fireflies.
and then your brothers will shoot you down.
just shouldn't carry around what makes you smile.
call it truth.
more like youth.
masquerading as an old man in denial.
and the night sky.
song. cry.
women wine.
and the sun. fly.
so high.
too much pride.
paper burn and fireflies.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
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