My ramblings....

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I'm wondering if there is a way I can spell my way through the stars
I've hit my head on the attic ceiling again
And the dust comes pouring down, exploding through a moment's bliss in the rays
I'm wondering if I could spend forever there
Where even in the flurry, it all stands still
The sun creeps in through unplanned cracks and boarded window
Here, where even the rusted nails and broken plates exude a bit of beauty
Here where I first grew my love for black and white and floral
I'm wondering if the creatures here know what harmony is
Even the floor boards below smell of warmth

posted by Unknown @ 12:44 PM