The Happy Hobo.

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

12:15am.

Sipping corners, waiting for thoughts. My words will downplay, everything I've been meaning to say. This sucks, cowards cry. Words coming out of nowhere, not making sense. I sew, and only I understand. Repeat the latter. A year has passed, I shall be patient. Been one for a long time. Trying to get the drift, and everything about it. You stopped, why? This isn't poetry. This is just some shit going around in circles; Taken by Cars I shall blame.

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