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To Morrows


i cannot think of a flower or word
that could soothe this terrible thing
so all day i have cried to the east
my aural airborne telegram to you
i'm sorry [stop]
i'm sorry [stop]
i'm sorry [stop]

Posted January 7, 2006 10:06 PM | On This Day: 2004 2003