I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
Softly As I "Live" You
May 25, 2011Michael Buble - Softly As I Leave You
No one ever leaves. They just change their minds.
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