Little words in a big city gazing at all the buildings. Little words with necks craned jostled by the locals. Little words, sick and sad, lost in the sweeping traffic. Little words out of place but full of life yet homeless and overlooked. Little words in the overcast world breeded out by screaming polysyllables. Little words, simple and unrefined, now silent, emotional watchers through the child's absorbing eyes. Little words trodden on by muddy adulthood's everlasting boots.
Monday, November 3, 2008
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