May 4th, 2006
Sitting in a chair. Nothing can find it.
It's most common of it's kind. Though you won't find it in this paragraph. My mind's a blank. Digits on my hands fail to show just what I am. What I am doing. If you could stay I'd hold you all night. Say cool things from t.v., just so you now I'm yours. That and I'm still holding you. I look out and watch. Sky fading to black from day. I don't know what to say. I could go on without you, but I don't want to. I'm happy this way. I'm just happy. Nothing can go wrong. I'm just sitting in this chair, looking for anything that could go wrong. Nothing can find it.
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