like a dog in the rain
pacing until he goes
insane.
I feel the swelling up
of glass inside of me.
I sit,
I talk to the moon at night.
And you,
you,
you have no clue.
Its gotten cold outside lately,
and you, you have, no clue.
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Does it need that last line?
Nope, it sure doesn't.. I didn't think so until you pointed it out.. I can sum up that extra line with this,
I listen to a lot of the mountain goats..
So, it's more like a song. I plan to do something with the "songs" I have written that creep into my regular writing. With my mac, of course.
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