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Perhaps what lacks undergoing cannot be embraced. On her own as her only, asking neither pity nor grace. Adrift, astray, missed the last train of today, but lift your chin little girl. Soon enough, bright ahead the sun wakes, again dares to show face.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

withering flowers

The coming and parting of spring infests me
It's the happiest and saddest time of the year

1 comment:

  1. No way will I change my settings!

    I don't want just anyone reading my blogposts. They're mostly for me anyways, so keeping it public is unnecessary.

    Just have my blog under your blog list and click it every so often to check for new posts :)

    P.S. I love love love Spring. What can make it the saddest time of the year?

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