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SATURDAY, OCTOBER 09, 2004

I want to pick up that phone
and dial, as this night grows darker
the stars… they offer no help
as anxious as a schoolboy
heading back to class
oh yeah, I’m learning
I always have
she might just come shining through
right now
right now
she might just
remember me as I was
during the good times
during the walks
the many talks
during the hopes
not one regret
not one

posted by Francisco 

Lingering

and the messages fall on death ears
false friendship
I cannot wonder why or begin to care
anymore
I’ve lost all that I’ve ever had
with you

posted by Francisco