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i am sorry

there are days

i am all out of existential. and my wild indian just wants to crawl back into your tent and wrap your arm around herself and be unscared. for a while.

but i travel this path and the places behind fall away. you watch lovingly blind to the crevass.

but i know.

i know.

and i am sorry.

11:09 a.m. - 2005-05-16
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