Deeper Things
By oldscriba
Deeper Thingsthe inside of my eyelidscave painted with mysterious thingscoming out of sleep to find the morning star at playas king above the windyesterday still lifed as driving straightinto a thunderstorm for the sake ofsomeone you love and the rain sothick you couldn't even seebut I love it when the wind kicks upwhen the mirror gives you backa werewolf for yourself oreven a small bird - who comes to every mundane routine with the eyes of a wild angel tattoed over deeper things Written September 8th, 2001 © on Sep 07 2001 07:41 PM PST 10 • 0
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"Deeper Thingsthe inside of my eyelidscave painted with mysterious thingscoming out of sleep to find the morning star at playas king above the windyesterday still lifed as driving straightinto a thunderstorm for the sake ofsomeone you love and the rain sothick you couldn't even seebut I love it when the wind kicks upwhen the mirror gives you backa werewolf for yourself oreven a small bird - who comes to every mundane routine with the eyes of a wild angel tattoed over deeper things..."