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By Blue Angel Date: 2001 Sep 06 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.06.11.51.1405]] |
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Out the rain-spotted window my mind's eye sees you crying, through the reds, greens, yellows; these glimpses flitting through the holes of my day that would otherwise be empty. I fear your tumult; envy the impending calm. This nebulous entertainment feeds me bittersweet morsels, though I can't recall noticing when it all began. Cordon Sanitaire-- protecting the distance from me to you; a journey that my legs can't consummate until my dying day. |