Far, far, away, in a lost land I long for, fairytale facets on a day-glow dusty trail--all hands inside the ride while we figure out which direction is up, holding on against falling out, stretching sentiment between "good morning" and "sleep well".
7.19.2010
(In Between the Lines)
Determination drips from a persperative corpuscular glow grabbing at chance and chasing down demons; wrestled to the ground, growing roots into altered eco-system, a restorative rip-tide locks onto ankle bone and between, with a facetious fasciitis forcing an outflow.
Far, far, away, in a lost land I long for, fairytale facets on a day-glow dusty trail--all hands inside the ride while we figure out which direction is up, holding on against falling out, stretching sentiment between "good morning" and "sleep well".
Far, far, away, in a lost land I long for, fairytale facets on a day-glow dusty trail--all hands inside the ride while we figure out which direction is up, holding on against falling out, stretching sentiment between "good morning" and "sleep well".
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