Thursday, December 20, 2012

A Sprinkling of Stars

The familiar nonchalance preens and perfection gleens. This modus operandi has served me well. Till now. I cannot pretend that I do not care. I cannot walk away without knowing. The moon is not what I seek, for I know it is far beyond my grasp. But a sprinkling of stars, perhaps?

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