Nothing to say
Everyone is so old
Let’s sit and cry
Cry about how I’ll miss you
All the words
Are wrinkled and used
Let’s sit and stare
Stare into the black space
All the digging
The hole is just right
Let’s sit on the edge
Jump in and I’ll cover you up
Sunday, January 17, 2010
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