spring break

Mar 26, 2005 09:16

living in a house of two tales, the upper being my humble abode, the days flew by through a gleam of sunlight in the window, a shine of the moon's eye, or tears from above. the room never changed, but time was evident with the turn of the century outside of the room. day by day we stared out the window, and sometimes stared in. either way, the ( Read more... )

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hexmod March 26 2005, 19:25:58 UTC
You are Shakespeare, Mr. _________.

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existence anonymous March 26 2005, 23:58:22 UTC
u are teh noob

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