Sunday, October 24, 2010

Light rain, in the car, singing Wilde like Olivia

I see you lying next to me with words I thought I'd never speak. Awake and unafraid, asleep or dead.

The kids that grew up to the same music I did. Mikal, Yamie, and Yarred. I've had some really good days, really good nights.

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