March 26, 2012

Everything, Everything




The sum of time

The son of the valley

The alley of our youths

The plane.

The plane.

Plebiscite for your thoughts

Lobster of your desire

Longevity for a horse for an hour for a broken down windmill

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They ring the valley and they plod

They exchange

They never had the chance for perfection

Hold so still the world will never end; or

Move so fast you never will

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It doesn't get any easier

It doesn't get any bigger

And then breathing

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The shiny school

The patent clerk

The forgetful one

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For here?

No. I gotta get back.

The game's on.

Location:Portland St,Baltimore,United States

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