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[09 Nov 2005|02:32pm] |
i would love to know i held you-
for an instant,
as hard as you held me-
for a moment.
but what is an instant?
it's a fraction of a fraction
of an almost moment,
of an almost second,
and a second is a fraction of a minute,
a fraction of a day's time,
of a year's time,
of my lifetime,
and mostly useless.
so when my life is done
where is your usefulness?
i'm probably going to start wearing a lot of miniskirts after i get my leg piece done. and probably bleach my hair a lot. scoreeeee. but seriously, you guys.
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