Wednesday, September 01, 2004
dusk
that moment, brief as it is, when the world decides it's time for bed, yet like a child refuses to surrender to it's sleep deprived state.
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A chaotic collection of writing exercises.
scattered starz paint twilight all over the place
including those laugh lines on your face.
but copyright will always remain loyal
to the writers who brought the words to a boil.
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