Saturday, February 16, 2013

i can't hear the cars passing by

a cold wind blows from a navy sky,
i face it, gloved hands in my pockets
swaying along with hanging traffic lights
the reality cut off by sixties memories
soft recordings telling me how disconnected
heres and nows
whys and hows
break vows and build eternal truths
but only for a moment
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