January 2011
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What am I but a figment of your imagination? To be behind such jeweled eyes, that would be something, but to belong there would be more than I could ever dream. Could I look out of those two bright windows, could I see what you see? Could I be the song in your blood, could I be a blossom in your chest, could I be your shadow? I am only a whisper, I am spineless. I waver like a flower in the...
“Always go to other people’s funerals, otherwise they won’t come to...”
– Yogi Berra
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