Thursday, March 15, 2012

riding past a chilly morn


The Winter's over and the Spring's in full bloom. But the  lonely rider still pedals on in to thick smog. Loneliness, it blurs, thickens and sucks you in and no memory would stand by to soothe the aching tip of your nose. 

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