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Face Each Other




I took pictures from the car window, these colored blurs of time,
and left them for you by the pay phones because i can't call or write.
It's just been too much time.

The road was without winter glow just dreary landscape
and the whimper of the radio and a rubberbanded picture of your face
around an old mix tape you'd made.

I still think i'm going home,
I packed my things in crooked lines,
and took a pill i nicknamed hope to change this mood of mine.



2010-11-22