the fathoms of your wretched belief
hang the stars on a falling leaf
the black background might suit your whim
and set to life a tide within
may you forever be what you once were
may the dead find rest among the flowers
and may your soul diminish into the ashes of your powers.
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it's all so surreal or it would be if I didn't live in the northeast corridor and have classmates with parents there
I can't even think straight right now, running a gauntlet of emotions as everyone is. all I can think to say is take care everyone, do something kind for someone today; donate blood..they need it. Craig, I know it's a small area but let us know that you're out there when you can please
please everyone, take care
God..