Monday, November 25, 2013


"And tell me where's your hiding place?
I'm worried I'll forget your face,
& I've asked everyone. 
I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along.
I elongated my lift home,
yeah, I let him go the long way 'round.
I smelled your scent on the seatbelt and kept my shortcuts to myself."

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