Held your hands to my shining eyes, and watched as the rain ran through your fingers.

Mar 18, 2006 23:33

Little boy, made of plastic, doing what you do every day... in a desert of footprints so numerous the ground resembles the cratered moon... erase your mind. or melt, in the light of a burning black sun made of so many shards of broken glass.

Because your shards have been already melted down, and molded to shape a reflective moon.

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dark_pixy March 20 2006, 17:47:59 UTC
i miss ajay. a lot. a lot alot. we need to hang out sometime. =)

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