you were not me — you only halfway tried itolder by a bit, you cried like four-year-olds at…
I used to know this guy when I was in college. He was blind and he limped. Some freak accident…
Sweeping awaya corner of the finite worldtaking out the bookto begin a sentenceJaded passions gofor…
Beyond a trail of tearsthe magnitude of which we seldom get rightremember your booksremember the white & shining clouds holding all possible…