You, yes you. I know you're still alive,
if only between the pages of my eyelids...

Could it ever be safe
to be with them...

Philadelphia skyline is everything but art
when I call for the sun to sink honey...

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A connection made...

I shout an echo
in the nebulous sky...

I didn't want to shake her shoulders last night
and tell her insomnia was roller blading off of...

...

Rose, are you willing to forget?
How can I stand on his porch step...

There are days when the highway sure seems
like a safer place than the lingering four walls...

I don't know how my actions
become moderated by my wishes...

I always appear to be roaming,
though sometimes the world in front of me...

I think these days it is too simple
to fall into blame, cursing our life...