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Sunday, May 23, 2010
Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires.

New wind for a new day tomorrow for a new week. Deep breath and breathe it all inside and it's cold but it's all good.