The Happy Hobo.

Monday, October 24, 2011


That lack of outlet,
With many a bees to buzz with,
But would rather not, buzz one,
For you keep secrets,
Too many a secret; uncountable and of memories.

And the thought of losing something you really never had.
That is the case
And there goes that Slow Hello.
I'd rather this be unended.

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