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on and on07 March 2003 - 01:29 I don't know how, but someday, I promise, I will make this a world where yearning uplifts, causes us to swell beyond ourselves. Where desire is a bright red hot air balloon that floats us across forever to its object. For now I will sleep, try to unlearn what he taught me: the nuanced deciphering of traffic noises. |