in the fields of elysium
the stars, the sea, and sleep.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Hurl me towards your honesty
Project your heart on top of me.
The weight of history is heavy,
It makes it harder to push for change.
It's a balloon that will burst with a sudden pop,
You're briefly displaced, but then it all stops.
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