Thursday, December 20, 2012
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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