Lazarus come back
to the city.
Tori and I have been
spending our time remembering.
I died again and came to
Red headed.
I have dyed more times
than a cat has lives
and yet it
doesn't compare
(or come close) to the shade
from the West facing window
or those songs that we played
and we played...
Lazarus, I'm convinced
it just isn't the same.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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