meandering - funny how i can even find the words
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Saturday, April 23, 2005
so we kept walking
but all those steps we took
were they taking us closer
or further away?
and we sat
you had your arms around me
with your face into my neck...
everything was ok
and when it was time
for the end of the night
you held me tight
for one last time...
this is ridiculous
its all generalising
the fact that you drove home last night
is not all that surprising
