Posted by: Cacophonix February 17, 2012
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Come as you are. As a friend. Please don’t worry. About the things. We’re going up around the bend. We’re flying without wings.
If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now. Ice is forming; at the tip of my wings.
And I’m free. Free falling.