Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Close and nearly
Something has moved and bumped the cradle of everything. The world is out of sync. Birds fly backwards and the fish swim through the air. Hours pass like seconds and seconds pass like hours. The light fades before the sun leaves. The stars shine before the night falls. If I were you, I'd be beautiful.
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