fodder
the pebbles you've arranged,
in the sand they're strange.
they speak to me like constellations,
as we lie here.
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Friday, May 26, 2006
Recluse
Today is still a bad day, a continuation of the bad luck bestowed upon me.
And I've just decided to officially go into reclusion.
Bye, everyone.
You'd continue living in bliss, I just know. :)
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