Sunday, March 27, 2011

Quarter, Nickel, Scandal

Bored, of playing,
Living, tracing around the same orbit.

I don't want to live here anymore.

I must leave the planet I have held to all these years.

Galaxies are calling to be explored.

I can't hold onto you

Anymore.

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