the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Wood Horse War

Fight for me,
A ghost to be
In one week's time.
What's your name?
You forgot mine.
We're there before the line,
You're stepping over mine.
It's been a while since I've been me
It's been a while since anything...
Just tell me what's it that you seek
Stealing presents from the Greek?

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