Parking Lots

Parking Lots

A Poem by Tenten

 

 
A memory exists in hardware store parking lots
The train is passing, this tear soaked faded hoodie
A fleeting memory
A fleeting memory of progressing steps
 

© 2008 Tenten


Author's Note

Tenten
Cp. 9:??PM Sun 08/03/08 �The Kill� 30 Seconds to Mars walking for smokes, flow to music, lots of cars passing, smokes in pocket (Written, Sylph)

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Added on October 23, 2008

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Tenten
Tenten

Alamosa, CO



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