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acreepybrat

[oo:16] [Voice]

Apr 12, 2010 15:20

"To chances where our lots were cast
Together in the days behind
I might say, but I hear a wind
Of memory murmuring the past."

[In the background, there's the sound of a page turning, and the smile in his voice is very nearly audible.] Ah, what a nostalgic thought. Memories are funny things, aren't they?

Precious, too.

[Poem is a piece of Alfred ( Read more... )

loss, downward spiral, searching for memories, alice, i lie to myself too, my precious sun, alone, aren't we a cheerful brat today, people leaving, faking it forever

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loyal_cube April 14 2010, 00:27:36 UTC

Is that from the library, Oz-san?

acreepybrat April 14 2010, 04:17:16 UTC

Yeah, I think so. [Rustle of pages as he checks.] It's from the big library, not the school one.

singstheop April 14 2010, 00:35:48 UTC

What is that?

acreepybrat April 14 2010, 04:21:50 UTC

[OH HAY IT'S THAT HILARIOUS KID WHO WAS REALLY EASY TO TEASE. Matter of fact voice is matter of fact.]

What is what? You have to be specific about these things, you know?

singstheop April 14 2010, 18:04:25 UTC

Isn't it obvious I'm referring to the poem you just read? Do you really need me to go into that much detail?

acreepybrat April 17 2010, 10:53:30 UTC

Nope! Maybe you just stopped listening after I read it-- but hey, I understand~ It's a good poem, even if that's not the whole thing.