Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Sunny Disposition

Close your eyes,
Sleep, there is no moon
To take your place.
There is no stars
To soften the blow,
Just an endless
Purple black that
Engulfs, that swallows,
Then spits you out and
All you have to show for it,
Is some wide smile,
Some bright eyes.

September 4, 2006
Suge


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