March 5, 2008
Tick tock
9:56 to 9:57
Stop after stop
Till the end of the line

I miss you so
The never ending cycle
Time is going as slow
As slow as can be

My spirit calls out
In the middle of the ride
a wolf calling to the moon
Sky high

It seems like the days
Can’t go by fast enough
Like pulling the dark sap
From a tree

But in the days time
Not even a for moon
We will return
To hold one another

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