I spy

13.12.2001 12:11

I love your rain-slicked sidewalks, and your nighttime decadence.

whisper my name out during the quiet hours.
like, as children, when we're suppost to be asleep at night,

I'm here, waiting under your canopy of spot lights and your dead, pale glow.

come find me.
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dland exuant omnes your voice drifts away into lost binary alleyways it echoes photography

last five:
A Winter Letter - Wednesday, Nov. 28, 2007
almost but not quite - Wednesday, Mar. 22, 2006
rural times, blue skies. it feels so warm over my hair - Wednesday, Jun. 01, 2005
smiles and gone - Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
I caught my love in North Carolina - Monday, Nov. 29, 2004

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