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Sunday, April 18, 2010

I will write about today tomorrow. Because it's 1am and I'm really freakin tired.
So I guess that means I'll be writing later today?
Whatever.
“If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs,
The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies.
The wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,
And cries to the moon, if only, if only.”

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