Imae Tal
Sunday, 30 September 2012
Squeaky moon
It's too dark to see the landmarks. I don't want your good luck charms.
I hope you're waiting for me across your carpet of stars.
You're the night, Lilah. You're everything that we can't see.
Lilah, you're the possibility.
Morphine
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