Thursday, November 12, 2009

i was sitting at the same table, but saw something new

"Silver pattern, I found your reflection,
but it's nothing like a mirror.

Coat goes on, red purse comes out.
Money exchanged, manners too.

Boots that create footsteps,
as movement passes through the door.

Life moves on too.

Gone, gone, gone.

And you were different than before,
but life doesnt change so much anymore." -JAJ

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