Thursday, May 07, 2009

Who Are You, The Last Recluse

I love feeling the beauty of the day
Like tangeable little crystals
Which float and shimmer in the air
In the corners of my vision
It's like slowly waking up
With your limbs still frozen
Or a morning in a new romantic land
Just sit here, don't ever leave

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