zondag 15 maart 2009

Cycli. (& Benjamin Button.)

Cycli. Alles is een cyclus.
Tijd is heerser, wij zijn vluchtelingen.

They search the subways and the streets
their faces tired, like their feet
their bodies aching to be warm
and so they hide behind the moon
their loneliness inside them growing
but they take comfort in just knowing
that they are special and apart
the lovers, the lovers of the heart.

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