On this hill top
You buried me
As a younger man
You gathered 'round
My empty husk
And spoke of how I was so loved
And as the sun died
You promised that you'd seek me out
Well now the years have weathered you
And soon I'll claim you for my arms again
And if our hearts all disappear
And if our bones, they crumble to the soil
Well all our love will rise again
And we'll float to the sea.
Calvin who?
- Cal
- my shrink told me blogging would help vent my creative anger. he said it's much better than biting heads off snails and drinking dettol from their shells. it's really hard to type in a straight-jacket.
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