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The cadence of language. Music is its wine.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
If I lie here, if I just stay here
The last hint of autumn, rain its unkindly companion, as I lie under the sheets for the last time, my thoughts mirrored on the invisible canvas that is my wall.
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