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miðvikudagur, ágúst 08, 2007 blackmoon

"to make the seas stop waving
to see dead dogs in all the streets
you fill my heart with circling spikes
pathology books
blue people
dirty plastic fights
plastic elephants
ants inside a folder

the railroads
all dyed in red

but i can't see"

you want to see the stars shine within the sunlight, she says

black moon,
fly free,
you are the sky.

rafael at 11:36 e.h.

da memória.