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Sunday, November 25, 2007


It couldn’t be a more miserable day.
It’s cold, raining, and the sky is gray.
I couldn’t feel more alone in my vacant mind...
You are dead to me now, and all of your kind...
I walk in the rain with my head hung low.
There is nothing above, and nothing below.
You painted this picture in black and white...
I tucked it in the closet, safely out of sight...

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