Posted by: Nicky | September 7, 2008

i’m looking through you; you’re not the same

In the world there is a hole
And in the hole there is a shaft
Down the shaft there is a tunnel
And through the tunnel there is a lake
In the lake there lives a beast
And in that beast there is a fire
In that fire there is a warmth
And from that warmth there comes a life
In that life there is a world
But in that world there is a hole


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