photographs & delusion
Friday, September 18, 2009
vain vein eye I
raindrops on pavement
mixed with the old scent
of a week away from six
since we began
on the ground falls the rain
he clasps my hand, it's not the same
piano jazz and rock n' roll
in vain
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