Thursday, March 24, 2005

"Well if the birds can reach the sky
To this land I'll be with you
'Til the sun bursts from your side
With my hands I reach to you
When you think your chance is passing by
When you blow your moon away
I'll bleed like the reed
Fall with your knife
It's here I'll be with you."

~p. murphy~

Posted by camden :: 3/24/2005 11:30:00 PM :: 0 Comments:

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