Who Is Still Counting Pi Anyway?
2.09.2008
When
When we're all molten,
Melted and safe,
My lips will still quiver,
Seconds away from yours,
Smelling the static between,
The lush,
Red apple,
Was too hard for me,
And it dropped to the ground,
The moon saw me down,
And it all went up and away.
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