November
Wednesday 26 December 2007 photo 1/2
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The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars,that wore like an antique wedding dress.The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn, as the Ferris wheel silenty slowed to a stop.A few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom, and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone.
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