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Monday, February 21, 2005
Today is a memorial day. But she no longer has power over me. I can't live without her anymore, but she no longer has the power over me.
I lost the charm and intimacy of that thought. That's all coming new spring. I alone will be forever. I am only one to her ...
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Today is a memorial day. But she no longer has power over me. I can't live without her anymore, but she no longer has the power over me.
I lost the charm and intimacy of that thought. That's all coming new spring. I alone will be forever. I am only one to her ...
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(dedicated to her)
The lights of a very large and terribly lonely city were spread beneath us, folding into the intricate patterns of night moths and forgotten eaves. They shimmered and twinkled in the intoxicating air of the summer night, giving us a little of their dissipated heat. Wind...
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The lights of a very large and terribly lonely city were spread beneath us, folding into the intricate patterns of night moths and forgotten eaves. They shimmered and twinkled in the intoxicating air of the summer night, giving us a little of their dissipated heat. Wind...
Read more →