November 24, 2009
there is a place available to me;
a place where lilies grow through
the cracks in my moonstone streets.

there are four suns and seven moons
in this place
and every entity lends to my

there's a cosmic journey at my fingertips
and i can't shake my destiny.

so i flash and stumble through polaroids
this place.

when did my fingertips get so far away?

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