Monday, October 13, 2008
differant names for the same thing.
Alone on a train aimless in wonder,
An outdated map crumbled in my pocket.
But I didn't care where I was going,
'Cause they're all different names for the same place.
The coast disappeared when the sea drowned the sun,
And I knew no words to share with anyone,
The boundaries of language I quietly cursed,
And all the different names for the same thing.
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10:48 AM
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