slowly, languidly forming--
not a word will be voiced,
but give me time, it'll come
**
my sister has done well,
and i know she'll continue to do so.
**
let's pretend that everything's
still nice and well,
gloss things over and twiddle our thumbs
Saturday, September 9, 2006
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