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walden freeman
Posts: 511
we share our eyes
and bad times
and kites and hitch-hikes
and dead ignitions
where we storm
and stutter
and dehydrate simultaneously
we wander guilt-ridden
and rid of responsibility
but in an old man's eyes eclipsing
another thursday whistling by
and silence fills rooms
and silence empties rooms
but silence is the least of our problems
as leaves filling bags on curbs
in february and in june
may be signs that times are changing
and maybe i am dreaming off at times
i have caught my jacket on the fence
and i'm sorry again
and bad times
and kites and hitch-hikes
and dead ignitions
where we storm
and stutter
and dehydrate simultaneously
we wander guilt-ridden
and rid of responsibility
but in an old man's eyes eclipsing
another thursday whistling by
and silence fills rooms
and silence empties rooms
but silence is the least of our problems
as leaves filling bags on curbs
in february and in june
may be signs that times are changing
and maybe i am dreaming off at times
i have caught my jacket on the fence
and i'm sorry again
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