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My Gift Of Selfish Rain

"A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits" - R Heinlein

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Since.

because it were the april skies
because we ran out of wine
because there was no mood
because we were declined.
because you stayed awake
because i could well aubade
because i don't remember you
because you've begun to fade.
Muted By Jalap. at 5:12 AM

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