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Can we not fold ourselves into each otheras the da...
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It is the dark, small hoursthat empty me at times,...
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September 19, 2007
It is the dark, small hours
that empty me at times,
a wine glass drunk
and forgotten.
1 comment:
Janice Thomson
said...
How poignant David.
5:36 PM
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How poignant David.
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