Saturday, September 18, 2010

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And when it rains
the world becomes streaks of lights
floating in a foggy lake

from the inside of a train,
I turn it into snow
and the door opens for you

while the trains still moves.
You come and sit down next to me,
say you were wandering all night

looking for me.
I don't know where you really are right now,
but I'm still smiling between my hood
as I walk off the train and make the run
to my car.

1 comment:

  1. as you said to me, the last stanza is incredible! AMAZING!

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