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June 20, 2010

[ .leave.me,standing.here. ]

[ .leave.me,standing.here. ]

wheels are turning, words are churning, heavy on your mind, your mouth gone dry, when you try to say my name.. the context of this wake up is reminiscent of any break up, where you just don't want to move and its all happening in its own time, morning gone.


© Bryan McLean June 20, 2010
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