Sunday, November 06, 2005

Just a bunch of memories, tattered and strung along a washing line of bright promise. We find each other's great sadness in all its naked beauty- ghastly and clamouring to be free.

And when I'm at the promontory, flailing my arms for flight, no matter where you are, I shall still hear you drown.

Whenever you breathe out, I breathe in.

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