this is a love letter.
Friday, February 08, 2008
always trying to fall asleep before midnight the night before birthdays, as if everything will be different when i wake up in a new day, year, life. three thousand miles away holding onto broken vestiges of home.
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oh, singsingsing for the dying of the day, sing for the flames that will rip through here and the smoke that will carry us away.
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oh, singsingsing for the dying of the day, sing for the flames that will rip through here and the smoke that will carry us away.
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