Tuesday, May 4, 2010

The world you can not fly in.

They've taken us from the edge of the sky (where sky is just our reflection, looking down) and brought us here, my love. I can no longer breathe and you, you and the world have begun to melt and fade.

They've taken us, my love, in their cruel nets and crude boats to their own dark sky.

They think us ugly. But we're not the ugly ones here.

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