Monday, January 19, 2015

Letting Out The Lunies

Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,
Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like
When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end,
Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never go back.

Next Week: The Prequel?!?!?

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