These are my thoughts. They are for me. For the me now, and the me to be.
I don't always make sense, and I like living that way.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Away
Foreign tongues Business folk Chairs for brick Leaving in a split, Second. Walking fast Spending Crying Reaching, Out. Happy reunion Roller bags Dogs in a crate Let's go away, For a day, On a vacation.
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