i wrote this backwards
This is forever. And I am not.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
To The Basement
We virgins dance across plains
unable to find comfort in the sun.
Sing quietly of true ships,
inside ourselves
jewels melt the daylight
Across sky clouds we virgins sing.
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