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January 26, 2006

sadness is a repost from july of last year

i was wondering if i have denied myself something i can't put a name on, for so long a time already that i have gradually destroyed the yellows of my days - the suns, the stars at night, or even the yellows on roads and plains, specks of candy wrappers maybe, or wild flowers displaced in the city sides - all of them gone.

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