latenightwalks
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MJ got out again tonight.
My dad and brother take off in one direction on the long boards;
I walk in the other
And you find yourself in the most peculiar situations.
People pass, like time on a clock. Frames of lives come and go, glimpses of something we can't have. We walk through the night, silent scribes taking the burdens of the world to our graves, as the river sleeps.
