Sunday, November 29, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
slow sun
I remember walking on the backs of butterflies
oh, how we were care-less then
drawing maps with imaginary borderlines
writing letters we would never send
when I drive now, it's with the windows up
my thoughts on an old friend
he tells me that his feet are cold
I tell him it's just the wind
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
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