Thursday, February 09, 2006

Is it eight thirty your time or
my time?
I can't remember.
(where i left my shoes/feet)

Cryed for that city
in a dark ally
I watched myself do.

Close to the numbing store.
It was by fluck,
I convince myself
one sip at a time.

I know both extremes
it's being on the middle
I find hard.

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