don't ya hate it when that happens?

Friday, September 30, 2005

 

just breathe

i breathe a sigh of echos
like cold footsteps in the hall

memories come rushing back
emotions forcing my recall

a cape of orange sun
sweeps from east to west

evening wakes of blue and grey
show earth is laid to rest
ah 11:35 PM 0 comments

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