Let’s to bed, eye said. Soft & silent lips remain un-parted. Let’s rise, Dick replies. Thinned light ebbing up on our horizon. Go Downtown, simultaneous frown. To work the day away; our ultimate misfortune.
February 20, 2009, 5:34pm
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