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See, it hurts me to tell you this
But it kills me to keep it inside
Friday, October 02, 2009 / 3:46 AM

I'm so captured by a story that i've read.
Blinded by its beauty.
Mesmerized.
I keep seeing the story in my mind.

Its so pretty, i tell you.
So sweet.

the classical repertoire
waters of spring,
flowers of summer,
cicadas of autumn,
coming of winter.



3:46 AM
Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.