Wednesday, March 5, 2008


Hail, hail moon to the master
Break, break for the sweet oozing drip
Where are you hung?
I come on knees bleeding
Scars crack open to ache
Hail, hail to the great sound of the song
Break, break the line of right by them
Spring on a moment
Act on a day
Live for the chance you might break away.

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