On the plus side, I've wrote so many more poems just now to add to the two I wrote yesterday. Huzzah for the little things.
Friday, May 17, 2013
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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.
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