[driving down this black stretch of solitude]
By tickledpink
driving down this black stretch of solitude every glaring set of headlights are yours walking blindly through this imaginary crowd every blond haired head is yours lonely strolls down these over-populated streets every stranger that brushes my arm is you i'm desperately searching for you any little piece of you digging deep into myself flipping through the pages every memory is of you Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 02:03 PM PST 10 • 0
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"driving down this black stretch of solitude..."