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By distant moon Date: 2007 Aug 20 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.20.19.30.5824]] |
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I can't abide by these rules; passing the time, pressing my luck. I'd smoke if I thought it'd help. But then I'd have to stand near the window... like you always do. Freeing the fumes. The rest of me can't find the point of this... But the root of the problem, lies in our tiring, restless, relentless banter. And I can all but lavish in your seduction. In weeks I'll fall, and in months you'll cry. Until those days, I'm passing the time. |