darker still, my reflection on the glass
sore eyes, sore gums but
i don't give a damn, i'm waiting for
amber filter on the windowsill
autumn morning and jackets
jack-o-lanterns, driving long roads and
not caring. i'm still waiting for that
and when it comes, i'll
be here. waiting.
and i hope you will, too
be here, waiting like my chain-link fence
for me
that's what i hope
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