Tony

September 11, 2008
By Taylor Nocera, Lima, OH

Streetlights reflect on the wet pavement.
Small town hearts and small town dreams
I told myself to forget this. I told myself to forget you.
You look at me; I can’t speak.
You’re on your way down; I want to come with you.
We’re headed for disaster; you’re taking me with you.


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