And never found.

Aug 13, 2004 21:23

The heat, the thickness of the air. Gravity feels heavier, and as I walked I couldn't breathe, oxygen laced in exhaust. And the blood that screams for nicotine, all thought collapses in on itself as it's step after step after step up a melting hill in the dead peak of afternoon sun. Everyone is gone; eyes averted laughing empty. You don't call, and ( Read more... )

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damdcow August 13 2004, 23:46:56 UTC

we may be lost, and never to be found
but please remember you will never be a stranger to me
and all those empty roads... they are just waiting to be filled up

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