Pure Mud
Fall, breathe. Rise still.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Killer
You don't know how much I miss you
And I don't even know why
But it kills me when you pass me
And don't wave to say, "Hi."
And I missed it once more, again
When I saw you today and
Tomorrow maybe confidence
Will let me say, "Hello, friend."
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