Friday, December 24, 2010

302

There is a day somewhere
when the rustic lighting in a corner bakery
turns me into exactly you need me to be.

My younger self now just a concept
I never cared to study,
I don't blame you for not waiting.

There is a moment, there's a place
that wouldn't be so bad for us
if we knew when and where it was.

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