Wednesday, October 14, 2009


I just saw a star shoot through the sky
And whenever the clock strikes 11:11
I think of you

Not on purpose
And not because you remind me of the time
That was yesterday
& this is the tomorrow that we talked about
So fondly, so married, so marred.

To each 'is own:
You with yours,
& mine with mine.

'Flammarion' Woodcut. Anonymous.

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