Farinacci's
The Sweeney's at the cast party
Cleveland Playhouse ("Enchanted April")
The zoo at Christmastime
Brielle's in our chair
The Hanna Building
The River Ford in the park
Kids Quarters
The park in Echo Hills
Rosati's
Furnace Run
Octane
In all of the places my graces were lost
Where dignity spared sold at sanity's cost
Where fingerprints follow a trail of deceit
I'm standing alone in the prints of your feet
These, of course are the places where I should have found words. Three at least. I've got them, I've got them, I've got them I swear I do. Come and get them, please- they're yours, after all. I'm tired of keeping them for you.
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