We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Wake Me Up
Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last Wake me up when september ends. Wake me up when we land.
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