10-30-2009 12:05 AM
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I feel like remembering it, this time. For her. |
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"I suppose, I wish I could write it in poetry. But poetry is more about nothing than everything. This is everything, I could probably express something, but not anything. We know it, I see it in the itch of the little ball of freckled flesh on the tip of the nose. We'll keep it in the synchronicity of our hearts. I will put forth this energy for it to be had by all."
Last night maybe wasn't the first time it was completely evident. But I swear it was like seeing a meteorite shower compared to...
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