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alona in sonoma

  • I'm miles past the melancholy street of lonliness, weighted down by a metric ton in place. I'm isolated from the townsfolk. I hear their faint contentness in the cold crisp winds. The branches keep a rhythm my heart so desperately misses. I am horse throat from my cries for help and the moon mocks and torments me. The sun keeps me worn and eases my fear, but every evening leaves me here to count the wishesleft on stars to be forgotten.

Posted on 04/14/2009 11:09 PM Visits: 20
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