From behind locked doors.
Can we disappear?
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
I'm rummaging through the past like I'm going to find something that I missed all this time.
But I know it's not there.
nothing is.
what's left of then is empty,
what's left of now...
is exactly the same.
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