Broken highways in the night
have allways been the benchmark of my travels
the count of the hordes of empty eyes
climbs as the tally of things iv abandon on the way is forrgotten
Once i a while it will come to me suddenly
of some small thing
some trinklet that
i prized so much
that some crawling thief made away with
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 11:01 AM UTC
Broken highways in the night
have allways been the benchmark of my travels
the count of the hordes of empty eyes
climbs as the tally of things iv abandon on the way is forrgotten
Once i a while it will come to me suddenly
of some small thing
some trinklet that
i prized so much
that some crawling thief made away with
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