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Dispensable Prose for the Post-Modern Romantic

Sunday, October 24, 2004

when the world was sleeping


This is the moment we didn't realize was worth waiting for;
Seconds and minutes slow to the touch

You breathe me in

And amidst confusion

There is clarity

Posted by Michael at 3:32 PM

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