Sight and the sightless.Two men could be atop the same mountain,Sight and the sightless.
whether, either, Everest or a molehill, both could look down to see very different things.
Holding my own.I've lost ya and most of what I had and the clouds that cover up rays of light seem to keep creeping closer and closer I'm not in a good mood and most of all I can't help but remember.Holding my own.
You dancing.
Blossoming.Hers was the face that gave grief to willows and whippoorwills but his eyes were half blind to begin with and the dim fluorescents did nothing to helpBlossoming.
and being half dead then and getting no younger that night he had the courage to cross the cafe to ask her out for a cup of coffee
She said she didn't go with guys like him but she smiled until I closed up the shop
Panda 3 WIP 6straight, no chaser.It bothers me slightly, but frankly, I don't see myself in those eyes, rather, I see my own tired pith. We correct next to nothing, yet we glady invite some get-ups and some providence. A taciturn wheel;— a loathsome weight, combined oddly here, between the quibbles. Some handpicked remorse, some wilfstraight, no chaser.
man
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