breaktime
12.20.01 8:16 cold and wet...
New York City
It’s ten o’clock
break’s a minute yet
finally in the hallway
I light my cigarette
It only takes a while
just a puff or two
when all the world stops beating
and I think of only you
I smile when I feel you closer
and cry....you’re slipping through
still the world stops beating
and I think of only you
copyright epp/2009
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