Cheer up, cherub. Why is your halo burning out?
The joy of a maybe, of all those million maybes, of a world too big for fate to contain it. For the wild card that's already "in sight"/"inside", the way even a string of heartbreaks makes a necklace, makes a life, makes a subway map.
...you underestimate the condition of my heart...
|Wednesday, January 30, 2008|11:07 am|Ferrum|
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