Saturday, September 10, 2016

Echoes


recall . . . .

Saturday, October 11, 2014


The Wasteland  . . . . (Oblivion)

The Wrecking Crew

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no one calls us to move on
And no one forces down our eyes
No one speaks
And no one tries
No one flies around the sun







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