26.Mar.2004

i will miss you none.

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the deeds of the past

The sun is finally breaking through a bushel of rain-clouds, indigo and forlorn, scraping against their pubescent underbellies, lost, unfettered, free.

I have a few hours before I have to sleep again; I am taking my orange juice to the balcony and tilting my head to the dawn with a smile on my face.

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I have no ties to here, anymore. This is freedom in milieu. I am peacefully done, here.

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time & machine