15 Mar 2006 @ 04:44
Something moves
in the quiet night,
is the worm-child
making holes...
Something moves
in the quiet night,
is the worm-child
making holes,
underground,
a lot of holes,
for eat,
for see,
for fun,
Old friend
the southern cross,
unexpectedly
or not, is here,
join the not indicated rave,
hanging out in the skie,
tell me now
how can sleep
in this self-propelled seat,
2000 light years
from my so called home.
Redwind
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