Mammal Pod - What's Left of the Boss
Last night I went for a walk to find someone special. And I notice a little bird, or at least the imprinted remains of one. It floated atop a sea of concrete, the world oblivious to it's loss.
This morning I was shook awake by the knocking on the door. A feeling swept over me like I had forgotten something in that dream, and because I've forgotten the dream maybe I've lost it forever.
I wrote an entry yesterday and found it hard to use the word "twilight", as if using it in a sentence somehow endorses that idiotic movie and book.
Damn it's unfair.
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