in the fields of elysium
the stars, the sea, and sleep.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Young's Four
Prison bars held my cradling comfort,
With more history than we'll ever see
You asked me like a cheater,
"What number are you on?"
I answered to the teacher,
Asked her to tell me I was wrong.
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