This sunset would look better
If you weren’t spoken for
But I don’t make the rules
At least not anymore
Take me out before I get old
Give me something to dream about
Let the ocean swallow me whole
Swallow me whole, heart and all
Sunday six am is dreadful
Lonely streets and lonely people
Sunday, February 27, 2011
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