Pure Mud
Fall, breathe. Rise still.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Three stars, and one more.
It comes closer, I see it. It's red and white.
Hear it? It's closer again.
What a lovely shooting star.
We're stuck here in the city, so,
Let's make a wish on a helicopter.
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