I can't sleep.
I can't even write how I feel.
These honesty rocks are of no help.
I'll place them back where I found them
And put on my all-is-well raincoat.
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Tuesday, March 24, 2009
spring blows cold
at
1:41 AM
I can't sleep.
I can't even write how I feel.
These honesty rocks are of no help.
I'll place them back where I found them
And put on my all-is-well raincoat.
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at
1:41 AM