The Sky Is Killer
By Night lord
I look over the endless horizen The red sun ready to sleep for dusk. The clouds look like giant unyeilding brush strokes sparayed acroos the sky. Flowing endlessly over the lonely mountain tops. The mountain breeze fullfills as I look over the sky Crimson red sun and brushstroke clouds I look at its beauty and dream man The Sky is Killer. Written December 7th, 2001 © on Dec 07 2001 04:49 AM PST, Michael Jason Tester 18 • 0 • 13
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"I look over the endless horizen..."