in the fields of elysium
the stars, the sea, and sleep.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Justice
These wood floors are weightless,
These white walls are bare,
Each room carries echoes
Through nothing, but air.
The cars, the pets, the boxes were sent.
I'm finally free and everything went.
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