September 2009
16 posts
journeys > destinations: on the way to Boston
Nothing Shines
Nothing shines quite like the truth
And the only light I see tonight is you
A clearing call, the going through
Follow out to anything new
It hurts like hell
I forget myself
If history doesn’t repeat itself
You better believe it rhymes
No arresting doubt
No title bout
No friend to think or write about
No difference in the times
We’re cascading down
Jewels fall from the crown
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