Were the Deer and the Antelope to Play
...online musings of Chad Gurley
Wednesday, September 6, 2006
Poetry : alone
Sent: 9/6/2006 8:46 PM
i run my fingers
through these dry
sands of time
just feeling
like crying
feeling lost
like the desert
when that dune buggy
made a wrong turn
so now i'm out here
in this wilderness alone
all
a l o n e
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