Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Verse: Tonight
tonight
we'll shoot
the stars
for sport
we'll drain
the moon
of its
infinite myths
every kiss
will be
as beautiful
as the first
and as bittersweet
as the last
and we'll etch
our voices
in the silence
of sleep.
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