Mostly life in this city goes by in a blur and all that you remember of it is the numbers. The numbers really do a number on all of us.
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Posted in Citywatch, Roving I | Comments (4)
May 8th, 2007 at 8:03 pm
Love that song and loved your old poetry too…where have you been?
May 8th, 2007 at 8:29 pm
@ Shreyasi: I didn’t even know it was a song!
I’ve been orbitting Mars over the weekend…crash-landed so just coming back to my senses. Will call u in the week.
May 9th, 2007 at 2:20 pm
ah Mars,is it?
May 16th, 2007 at 2:24 pm
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