Sunday, December 17, 2006

babblefish junk

" I've got to let things go,
my friend, we both do...
....Someplace new would
be nice. Someplace I
can't help but behave...
...Away from here
Away from these situations."

There are loose ends
we need to tie up,
we need to speak
Been a long while.
sit
Respond
"what will you do?"

"I'll carry my bones
down some other old road"

It will never leave you.
It'll haunt you.
Shadow your ordinary talk.
Like ghost, really...

so sad to see you leaving like this
didn't want to lose you.








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