Tonight I walked. spoke some lines silently to myself as I walked. Some might have made you smile at me if you could have had them, you would've smiled at me if I had reached for my phone, my newtime paper and pen, to write them down and let you see.
And down they would fall instead of rising into the night as they did, as I just let them go. Tonight I walked and a shallow voice ran ahead, ran away in the end.
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As I too go, but come back again, I see a man asleep in his suit, in his car with the headlights on. And the headlights, they were dying and pale, just like the yellow clouds. This is no sweet poet's irony, no, know this is despair and desperation as he sleeps cold out there so small, so cold and alone.
