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there's someone knocking in the wall.
(was it like an echo?)
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Date:
2007-01-18 07:20 pm (UTC)
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He wonders if there's a
ground
, the floor rippling beneath their feet like
(I think god is moving its tongue)
something else entirely, and something is reaching for them, something isn't done with them.
Him.
He wonders, should he fall
(the floor falling away from our feet)
, if he'll end up
home
again.
(Hen to pan: the one, the all.)
He wonders, as his fingers slip through Johnny's and he can't quite catch hold,
if there's something to hit at the end of that void.
(My
end
is my
beginning
is my end.)
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Date: 2007-01-18 07:20 pm (UTC)(I think god is moving its tongue)
something else entirely, and something is reaching for them, something isn't done with them. Him.
He wonders, should he fall (the floor falling away from our feet), if he'll end up home again.
(Hen to pan: the one, the all.)
He wonders, as his fingers slip through Johnny's and he can't quite catch hold, if there's something to hit at the end of that void.
(My end is my beginning is my end.)