tandem

still here brookstone baby? where's your technicolor box now? i was walking thinking strange inside thoughts wondering about how i hadn't noticed how quiet the rushed days were getting without bobbing to and fro with you, not a word, a way a work-in-progress life they say and always coming home always coming around to something i want more than anything and i know that maybe none of it is about you, but it's all around you.

2003-07-09 | 2:57 p.m.
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