A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Monday, January 2, 2012
In Dreams Part Whatever
You visited my dreams again last night, I wasn't even thinking about you, haven't really much at all as of late and me moving on. Since I stopped thinking of you, I forgot how much I actually miss you. I wish you well.
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