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one day i will find the words, and they will be simple.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


but then i realized
it's not that you are out of focus,
or too far.
it's that my eyes can no longer see you.



Can you tell I like taking pictures of backs?
Posted by Alice's Yellow Porsche at 4:36 PM

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