Around about now we fell from the mechanism holding us up
It was only at this time we could see the poor structure
You found my hand through the dissolution
you knew this was the only safe link
you took me back up to where the mechanism once was
Repairs and constructions had their fumes
so to breath we kissed
I wasn't so keen on sticking around
you planned for us to simply dissolve from this
we escaped without a scratch
The new orbit created weariness in us
an eruption of mess, mass and trash, exploding in all its might
A clean slate of glass descended above
and from above it's separations fate was due to us. fatal in it's fate
very emotional, non-stop chaos, spreading through our links
our links will never disintegrate
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Chapter One: Eruption
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