01/03/2009
"Hey moon, please forget to fall down.
Hey moon, don't you go down.
Sugarcane in the easy morning.
Weathervanes my one and lonely.
The ink is running toward the page,
it's chasing off the days.
Look back at boat feet and that winding knee.
I missed your skin when you were east.
You clicked your heels and wished for me.
Through playful lips made of yarn that fragiled Capricorn
unravelled words like moths upon old scarves.
I know the world's a broken bone,
but melt your headaches call it home."
(Northern Downpour- Panic At The Disco)
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