Tuesday, November 16, 2010,1:09 AM
White steaming mists
Overwhelming the senses
Filling every pore

Ginger concoctions trailing
Fire down throats

Wet neon roads
Wetter neon lights
Sparkling cloth roofs

Old hands
Older eyes
And a kettle.

I was only a child then
Feeling barely alive when
I heard a song from the speaker of a passing car
And prayed to a dying star
The memory's fading
I can almost remember singing la, la la, la la la la
La la, la la, la la la la
 
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