Nova
Hybred Cronic Super Nova
You send me to the Moon
I melt with you
You melt with me
Flying high to the Moon
Your my Smoke to my pipe
My Super Nova
Puffem' up
Super Nova
I'm a cronic
Nova
Obscurity fades
Away
Nova
Hybred Cronic Super Nova
You send me to the Moon
I melt with you
You melt with me
Flying high to the Moon
Your my Smoke to my pipe
My Super Nova
Puffem' up
Super Nova
I'm a cronic
Nova
Obscurity fades
Away
FreeBird02 commented on Nova
05-10-2010
mustascheman commented on Nova
05-10-2010
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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