Sunday, June 1, 2008

Doled out one by one, promises in each little sphere. Taken with water, two will make it go away, three to four shut the door, five or more turn the key.

Sunlight fading, spots going off in the sky, voices resonant, piercing eyes, time too slow.

And the darkness comes, just like it should've, but never had the chance.

Final Sunset of the Spotless Mind.

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