Friday, October 9, 2009

When the clouds have finally shed its last few tears in my much-loved, much-hated dead city, I will sit in the lost alleyway and wash parts of myself away, parts that I never should have wanted, parts that I always always thought made me.

1 comment:

  1. Ahh... wow this is a beautiful use of words. Something just cried inside of me.

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