It's more than difficult.
more than choking
more than pretenses and sleepless nights
more than the length of a month and a days few
more than those stones we threw at each other
more than the 'I' s and the 'my' s of the world
not more than that place of salt and broccoli
but more than anything i ever knew
Monday, 7 December 2009
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