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By jimmyallgrownup Date: 2002 Apr 06 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.06.03.35.6682]] |
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Day after day I wake up in the morning and look over at where you used to sleep. You're not there. Why are the fucking birds singing? (Friggin' oblivious little bastards.....) The day will go by in a furious whirl the way it always does. I will come home to emptiness both in my heart and in my bed. You will come back to me. But meanwhile I'll sleep alone and with my fears. (Jesus CHRIST has it really been ten years?) |