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Post by Steve on Nov 19, 2007 12:37:39 GMT -5
here i am once again.
the cars are gone... no truly; there are no engines.
the night isn't a colour but the thickness of a thousand crickets banterring `bout the butchery being done to the world. --there might be the sound of wind; but it could be the sighs rolling off the cemetery and tumbling down the street; nothing more than the distant echo of the ocean's collapsing fists...--
it's suprising there aren't sirens tonight. the digitalized screams could have kept me company and spoken over those pretensious crickets; but here i am once again.
the cars are gone... only one light shines on this street; here i am again fighting the night to see who's first to give in.
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