The sad ones whose feet I have yet to see. Whose bodies extend past the stars. Are they quick or have they stretched everywhere before time even began? There is a door however whose knob is missing but if you look through the key hole you may see a bit of starlight shine through. Where a moon without a sun lit the darkness of a universe so cold and so empty. Where the sad ones belong but do not stay.
5 years, 5 months ago
26 Oct 2013 01:24 CEST
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