DG (9/19/1963 / )

Spare Change 2

you picked up your guiter
and sang to me again, the
sound was so sad i had to
close my eyes, and listen to
your sad words, played in
DMINER.
yea, i felt your sorrow,
and i felt your pain, and
i saw the lonelyness of
a dear friend, fighting for
spare change.
your words were drugs,
your words were trees,
your words were us and
we.
your words were defeated
and left for dead,
then love came, , , and pushed
all that brokenness to the
curv or street.

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Comments (1)

Your words are always so touching, David.