2008.08.13 1:30am, 2:00am, 3:21am
Mid sleep ramblings
i have woken pen in hand
a somber stranger to this land
Where the shadows dance
naked across my wall
But this is not what I wanted
No not at all
a space all my own
a place to be alone
though absence makes the heart grow
fonder
It gives me time to
wonder
the seedy streets
the dead end beats with cum stained sheets
No not at all!
a place is not a place
But a face – it
may hold the world but if for a
moment
And then gone.
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