Untitled II, by Jesse Barr Subscribe to rss feed for Jesse Barr

The sidewalk is home to the wandering stranger
feels no loneliness, senses no danger
Everywhere to go, nowhere to stay
Walks out the night, hides out the day
never needs directions, never has a plan
the only thing missing, the touch of your hand
Posted: 2013-07-14 03:47:57 UTC

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