the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

You Win.

And at this point we don't know
Whose face hides behind a silhouette,
But we make bets made of promises
And we know how long it's been,
Not how long it will be. But it's
Something I couldn't lose
To(o,) someone else.
And dreams will keep it alive.
Filing a request for a returning flight
To hold onto my back upright,
Faces and figures collect and collide.

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