Saturday, April 18, 2009

284 miles (approximately)

Various stars align in abstention
The King and Queen
The Wind and The Soil

Here is your stake
Upon a mountain
Upon Hope
Upon time and the waxing and waning

Your miles of miles and miles
Your red/white
A mention of boys and girls and cars
All of it is centrally located
Here and nowhere else

I learned 3 new chords for you
I made them up and taught myself
I cursed myself
I drowned

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