a weekend in boston
As the glass broke across the trees my mind turned to forgotten texts. These lives less lead made beggars of astronauts, while we longed for some escape. Alleyway #3412 made no pleas otherwise. The bookstore shelves were lined with nostalgia, forgotten images of time made flesh. My peers were worn thin with time and memory. [...]
Posted on November 27th, 2007 by Babblin' Joe
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