Locked down, first hand.
We seeked the answers in the hands of someone.
But when i got there i found none.
Somebody took them? Where can i find them now?…
Can it be more uncertain?
And winter paddles through my window.
But it isn’t cold, yet
And the drift shoving through the gaps reaches my face
Comfortable enough for me to sit really numb.
Gosh, what a nice night to sit outside myself.
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on Tuesday, August 19th, 2003 at 2:49 am
