While worrying about the illusion
Reflected in the mirror,
Everything speeds up without notice
When they say I'm free to go wherever,
The guides for my incomplete desire
All turn grey.
The swaying flames
Are painting my dreams tonight
The tip of your brush
Isn't dried up yet?
If you can't see a blue sky, open up your blue umbrella.
Isnt that great? The canvas is yours.
A white flag is only raised when one has given up.
But now let it be crimson
Like the beckoning matador.
Under the discoloring florescent light
On the black and white of a chessboard
We met by chance
There was a time when we'd lost our way and held each other close
It's been a month since then. Do you remember?
2007-10-18
07:26:00
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Sultan Cartman
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