somewhere in between, the beginning and the end, september took the tourist and settled in for good. you could hear the trains again, brooklyn girls in scarves, summer left and no one said a word. we'd open your window, stay in your bed, all day 'til the street lights came on. what happened to feeling cheap radio songs, what happened to thinking the world was flat - what happened to that?
Sunday, February 10, 2008
what happened to bulletproof weeks.
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You write very well.
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