hey stranger. will you wander off with me?


Six thirty p.m.
August 12, 2008, 8:17 pm
Filed under: Narrations, Poetry: Depressing, Poetry: Thoughts | Tags: ,

Six thirty p.m.
That’s when I start to feel awful.
I don’t know why.
Maybe it’s the end of the day,
And that means thanks for trying,
But your time has run out.


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