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By distant moon Date: 2001 Nov 15 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.15.23.59.11721]] |
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The hours waned and dashed flashes of limp stereotypes, I developed a sense of reason In the darkness. She barrel rolled, and I careened my way to the station. Saving self awareness for comedy, but I was pointless tonight. It was I who needed calming, And after more hours, I will. Lord knows, sleep forgets days. And days like these require a full eight hours. |