12/3/10
'07
the sun's been setting much too fast for me - watery mixtures of color, rapidly falling down past the horizon. and I can't follow it. while you're wasting time, I'm waiting in line. while any tangible part of you slips away, you're without a single measure of doubt. and I'm learning to live without.
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