Oct 03, 2007 03:46
I climbed hedges, I was in clover
Listening, breathing, blacking out
Isolated and incoherent
On an island in a median of thought
Where cars do not dare to tread
And life is eked out in the middle
Of a pair of concrete ribbons
That forever run these parallel lines
The words I spoke to those I love
I forget again, every time
I walk that deep summer
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