i
will find you
overdressed
i
was up and
i looked out
the window
i
imagined
i knew no one
in
the echo
the noise
opened
its grimy,
dark quarters
then
a break,
a mere stopover
i can remember what we did on each and every one of those fifteen days and nights.
Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 9:44 PM UTC
i
will find you
overdressed
i
was up and
i looked out
the window
i
imagined
i knew no one
in
the echo
the noise
opened
its grimy,
dark quarters
then
a break,
a mere stopover
i can remember what we did on each and every one of those fifteen days and nights.
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