Sunday, December 4, 2011

listening to the national again.


it's hard to keep track of someone falling through the sky.
isn't it a little to late for this?
black birds are circling my bed,
black feathers are falling at my feet.
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1 comment:

  1. if only you knewDecember 4, 2011 at 1:13 PM

    I never stopped ever since you showed me such beautiful music. Thanks.

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