And the price of a memory
is the memory of the sorrow it brings.
And there is always one last light to turn out
and one last bell to ring.
And the last one out of the circus
has to lock up everything.
Showing posts with label Wanting to tell you how I line my sky with all the silver I can use. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wanting to tell you how I line my sky with all the silver I can use. Show all posts
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Things are getting worse, but I feel a lot better.
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