Even when each tick of the second hand aches like
the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly,
in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Even for me."
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Ehhhhhh, I Miss You
"Time passes. Even when it seems impossible.
Even when each tick of the second hand aches like
the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly,
in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Even for me."
Even when each tick of the second hand aches like
the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly,
in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Even for me."
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