Monday, October 05, 2009

fumbling at dusk

Turns out I can't. I can't tell it. I'll save it for next time. If there is something I would do, it's nothing. Cos it's out of my hands. But maybe it isn't what I think or feel it is. If so, again, there's no difference. Well, well, turns out to be...

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