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shiny objects

Friday, May 14, 2004


I keep finding John's traces everywhere. He left my side a few weeks ago, but has yet to dissapear completely from my home. His photograph mocks me. His notes spit in my face. This morning, I woke up with a vague sense of disquiet, felt something in my mouth, and removed a long golden hair.

Go away, go away, go AWAY!


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