I walk on the street corner and I see your reflection within the walls of the showcase. As my lips make love to the glass, my dark side went to drink expresso and hear the faint sound of the beatnik snap. My florist asks if I will be attending classes. "Not today, ma'am. I'm sick of a Roman love hang-over and my walls are ready to fall."
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Saturday, June 23, 2012
Thanks (old)
As I hung up the phone, you gave me inspiration and a cup of coffee. You woke me up to say, "You must face the music you haven't wrote yet."
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