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The last minute to our last hour.
Writing in our darkest pen
We pour our hearts to our false ideals
and our lonley when?
The leaves of the blue grided paper, ate our confidence staring int a blank page.
The world is rewritten in a white page
seeming not to exist
not even in a cage.
The last minute till our last hour has arrisen, to kiss,
or to depart from the toture of the last great bliss.
the pen broke, away the ink went, turning out white space into the the blackest night on the spring of june.
what have i done, how did i create this....
(and right here is when i stopped becuas ei was fallign alseep in class....)
i wrote this today... i jsut tried to put my shoes into gods postion whne he was writing the story of earth than he fucked it up and spilt ink into the pages and coevered it black.. whichc is why space is black.. of course that probably isnt why.. but who cares. i liek the idea i guess.... :thinks of big fish: man i love that movie.
Writing in our darkest pen
We pour our hearts to our false ideals
and our lonley when?
The leaves of the blue grided paper, ate our confidence staring int a blank page.
The world is rewritten in a white page
seeming not to exist
not even in a cage.
The last minute till our last hour has arrisen, to kiss,
or to depart from the toture of the last great bliss.
the pen broke, away the ink went, turning out white space into the the blackest night on the spring of june.
what have i done, how did i create this....
(and right here is when i stopped becuas ei was fallign alseep in class....)
i wrote this today... i jsut tried to put my shoes into gods postion whne he was writing the story of earth than he fucked it up and spilt ink into the pages and coevered it black.. whichc is why space is black.. of course that probably isnt why.. but who cares. i liek the idea i guess.... :thinks of big fish: man i love that movie.