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Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars

Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me


Monday, August 3, 2009

Story Bone

Misoverheard quotes:

"Waiting for the room to rise."

conversely

"Waiting for the womb to rise."

I didn't write down what the actual line was, but it most certainly wasn't either.

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