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Distance Over Time
Wednesday 9/10/2008 01:29:00 AM

The demons calm enough. Sour men expecting angels. After their bouts with heaven.

One could say the bomb dropped. Long before I had the chance to go back. And change the inevitable.

One could say the man was a fool. For letting such a woman escape. If one could say such things matter. After we've discarded those skins.

Sex. Elaborate jokes. Where the I am the punchline.

What matters? What doesn't?

How can I contend that anyone matters. After I've talked with the quarks. Gods. Men. How can I determine the difference?

When all are too small to see.

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