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By distant moon Date: 2008 Jan 21 Comment on this Work [[2008.01.21.01.58.6658]] |
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My fingers pause on her lower back as my eyes grow heavy and my will, weak. I drift off to dream of when this was easier. It still works, I mean, it always will. It has to. But when the push and shove all come together it feels harder than necessary. Just like always I suppose Just like today like yesterday but tomorrow is coming. And perhaps, just perhaps, we'll survive it. |