Friday, May 6, 2011

Meteor Madness

Picking apart my skin,
The moon is on the rise.

Goodbye sunlight,
Till dawn.

Shower of debris,
Starlight magic collapses our surroundings.

I only fantasize of the life we don't belong to.

Give me a minute, for I must inhale the sight of the stars.

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