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By YellowSnowBall Date: 2004 Aug 31 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.31.01.55.12240]] |
| In what that has never started should begin. My moment. My reality. An end to start with. Realization. Swift change changes. A man with no face tells me to leave. I've overstayed my welcome and smell like fish. Ready to admit that I am not. All the same. I must go. Bright sun green trees freshly cut grass. A stony path meets the horizon. Folding away my destination. With the cold warmth of August beckoning me. I cannot turn back. Come away with me. Come and I will show life. A life. Your life. |