a rushed sense of sadness swallows Saturday morning;
w y
e e
e a
k r
s s and mounting
and counting
no time like the present
no present like time
Sunday rises less certain.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
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a rushed sense of sadness swallows Saturday morning;
w y
e e
e a
k r
s s and mounting
and counting
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