June 2  2005

One-thousand five-hundred eighty-one

“I cannot think of a single reason in the whole world to talk to you”

few words in this cast year

mark nothing more

seceding from calendar

acceding hideously counterfeit


stupid, greedy

splendid ending of childhood

all feigningly dining

“on me in my house”

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