Wednesday, August 13, 2008


"is this the way to California?"
she asks softly, as her soul begins to glaze
i can't go now because it's where 
i fell in love with you
it's where i was betrayed 
and where i was turned down.
turned down let down turned inside out
hung out to dry
but i can't turn around now either
with memories of you to haunt me home
or haunt me away
or remind me of you


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