promises.
I never do,
nor do i believe.
for they break,
like splashes of
water.
But in your words
i believed.
i still do.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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Awake all night on knees.... gave away those doors and keys... walking with winter blues.... Left home with a pair of jeans....Hands searching for warmth in cold.... mingled with dreams inside.... empty pockets and empty she... with the chilly wind besides... the puppet walks away tonight.
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