I am willing to run to the ends of the earth
just to be with that one soul;
that one stellar beacon
who somehow speaks and understands my secret language.
Even in its eccentric and temporal orbit,
his planetary gravitational pull holds my tin-can satellite
from drifting aimlessly towards the
coldness of empty space.
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Must have been late afternoon
On our way the sun broke free of the clouds
We count only blue cars
Skip the cracks in the street
And ask many questions like children often do...
We said.
- Dishwalla, Counting Blue Cars
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