lim
20 August 2007 - 21:35
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I lost the photograph I took of the best gravestone I've ever seen.
The stone was a stark ebony, and it had only three letters on it: LIM
Where does one world end and another begin?
A gleam of desire in a man's eye as I walk past his office...
or was that my own desire to make myself into an object I am clearly not?
Where does one world end and another begin?
Seagull cries, ocean waves.
Movement.
Silence.
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