Space Monkeys
One hundred thousand cosmonauts In monkey suits weighing us down Helmet shield reflections spear my eyes Your space dementia Time for us to aim our rifles high Time for us to light the sky Your stars will rain down Reach your final frontier A point was made by crystals so clear A wish – my thoughts – less weary Long forgotten pasts recede From what you want us now to be Regret is not a word in...
november 4th, 2009 by Ruby
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