what is the name of this place? why did we come here? this was your idea. my hands are vibrating. when i hold them to my ears, i can hear them buzzing. i can remember. first letter. i can remember, if given enough time. we were there. the birds have stopped chirping. i don’t hear them anymore. the one to which all others have been compared & contrasted.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
i am ready to owe you anything
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