Random Walks
Randomness is the spice of life, no?
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
Solitude
Another summer day
has come and gone again
You know the rest
I'm bored
innocence fading into the night
as fast as the morning heat dissipates
It's the silence of the day
that leaves the biggest mark
a mark so deep
it's invisible
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