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the color of catastrophy (revenge_therapy) wrote,
@ 2003-09-22 04:01:00
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    Current mood:good
    Current music:jawbox

    war.plane.grey

    upon impact, our hearts explode
    like napalm on the dark orange horizon
    circle like war planes, these halos of grey
    reach out to hold them and push them away
    disappear through brightness, fall into peices
    scrap metal and paint chips raining upon us,
    in an accidental display of mistaken perfection
    the grey is so white we can see our reflections
    tonight.

    the sky lights up like an exploding bulb
    bombs fall and red sirens scream
    they scream the words we cannot say,
    in deafening whispers, or so it would seem
    and the war planes descend on the city
    in deep barrel rolls, graceful like angels
    the siren explodes, the fire rains down
    and upon impact, our hearts explode



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