Tuesday 8/11/2009 12:38:00 AM
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When it's over. You'll be sorry then.

But I won't.

A long laugh and then that endless nothing. That always makes it all seem the same. So pointless. As time travels me.



Posted by alcoholic poet at 8/11/2009 12:38:00 AM



 


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