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By Violet Date: 2004 Oct 27 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.27.16.59.10053]] |
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walking in the crisp autumn air my flip flops make snapping sounds on the pavement can you be happy with her? your future hangs between us my words are deliberate but careful you are giving me the responsibility of opinion what do any of us do but pick a path? had i not chosen my own, we wouldn't be walking together in this moment a strange pair of souls, trying to work it all out |