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fishing line works better then thread
heart on the mend
got my needle and thread
it keeps breaking
maybe i need fishing line instead
rhetorical questions of life
running through my head
there are no answers really
there's not much to be said
the year is closing again
its that jolly Ol' Saint Nick time
red ribbons made of satin
lay across my bed
hoola hoops in view
painted colors of the rainbow
cigarettes and empty cans
still sit near me
cradled in my hand tight
guarded like my cell phone
I've got a story to tell
it has no beginning
there is no end
short stories
captured in time
of all the times i walked the line
and the eyes that magnetize
dark like smoke
deep like the ocean
i avoid looking in them these days
afraid of what i might feel
