We starve-stare, At one another, short of breath, Walking proudly in our winter coats, Wearing smells from laboratories, Facing a dying nation, of moving paper fantasy, Listening for the new-told lies, With supreme visions of lonely tunes Somewhere inside ourselves there is a rush of greatness, Who knows what stands in front of us, I fashion my future on films in space, Silence tells me secretly, Every thing, Every thing.
Posted on: Thu, 04 Jul 2013 15:44:19 +0000
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