maybe tonite, you'll walk through the door i've left open, swinging by it's hinges in the mid-autumn wind, leaves brightly colored orange, yellow and blood red swirl around under the only moonlite allowed to shine through the black storm clouds, maybe, just maybe, you'll come home.. i'll wait here, writing, smoking, drinking, with suicidal patience waiting to die, waiting for you.....Birth sign: Libra
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