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No, no, no, no, no, I won't be coming home...
8:11 p.m. | 2003-07-28 Tripping over shoelaces, landing soft with smiles. Heads reassured resting neck checking for eyes lit. Bracelets and outfits, odours, hours are marked with it. Window handprints, brake lights red like lips smeared in youth's ride. Light falling different, stiffened esteems the effect of direct blending of support in the beautiful face of nature's awful honesty, oh come away now, to be lost alone is a lonely affair. Learn to pierce the shadow. Learn how fierce the hallowed. Learn how to be outside the box, living off the wits and love of the misunderstood. Starlight desires darkness that is just always out of reach as does the dark desire to be a brilliant shining light; two men passing on the train. |