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Post by John Yamrus on Jun 24, 2007 1:23:47 GMT -5
a hurt that scars the landscape of the soul...
that line flashed in my mind a minute ago...
but i didn’t know what to do with it, so, i let it go.
i got in the car and drove toward the market thinking to myself that some things just are...
that’s all.
like the memory of three white roses in a short blue vase on a winter afternoon.
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