3/09/2005 07:29:00 AM by tucker The weather is a solid grey. Sleeping couch to couch, walking in the rain. Leaves keep falling, but atleast they all get blown away, stretching outward from the sidewalks where they thought they'd always stay.
I am a closet nomad, I come and go away, When everything is looking up I can't help but look the other way. A violin, no strings. A horses hair consistently unwinds. Where sound once was, A muted silence resides. An unfinished... You left me in limbo. Now I'm slipping down the spiral. As I pick myself up, I hold my own hand, It's hard to give up, but that is something you could never understand.
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