January
February 2008
Where were you when we were getting high?
where is the Passion?
Time on your hands,
world at your feet,
no adventure left incomplete.
You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped, two legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What d
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