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Friday, October 30, 2009

"I am in the twilight of my youth, not that I'm going to remember"

Posted by Mr. November at 8:48 PM No comments:

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

"the moment came between day and night, painted soft in golden light"

Posted by Mr. November at 9:36 PM No comments:

"And the wine we spilled, it stained your pillows red"

Posted by Mr. November at 9:24 PM No comments:

"and those blue bridge lights might really burn most bright while we watch that dark lake rise"

Posted by Mr. November at 9:14 PM No comments:
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