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the last sunset

thunderkeg
Sunday, July 1, 2007

The storm broke without waring. And humidity happened. Alas, I can't help but let my lips tremble, as I felt softness playing, caressing, almost ghostly in its entirety. Lean forward, like a child presented with the first sight of a fragrant flower. Breath in and out, act normal for crying out loud, don't get high-strung, don't be flat, just be (and that is Philosophy, huwaw).

Then again, it's just the humidity.

smiled at the sun again @ 6:44 PM,




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