I Hid My Eyes Behind Your Sofa
If the desire to write is not accompanied by actual writing,
then the desire is not to write.
- Hugh Prather
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Friday, January 05, 2007
Sorrow
I feel a sorrow for lost tomorrows
All those little dreams we never redeem:
No ways, only truths, bombast without proof;
Under all gladness floats deeper sadness,
Everything we are only goes so far.
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