Pure, so unlike me
light in air, heavy on ground
winter's frozen tears
then come daffodills
they are so fuckin' pretty
way more so than me
but I shine, here, now
and I look great in yellow
against your black mood
miss you in light rain
waiting for the Kungsten tram
close but far away
say yes to the wind
it might take you far or home
Thursday, April 9, 2009
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