I am not an autumn breeze, I am not an autumn breeze

who lay the rocks around the well in the evening,
told me to follow her
north into town.
She left me in the morning
and I would follow her the next day
at nightfall
when I had done my dealings.


I saw the city's exhaust rising on the horizon
or maybe her breath
and I loved it for the maybe.
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Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me
Last edited by jiminizzle at Sep 29, 2009,