anachronizms
extensive poetic juxtapositions by and about del ray cross (delraycross at gmail)
Monday, January 07, 2008
dcxii
And then there was the line that made it all worthwhile.
Night’s pallor. His numbing (and I did not say humbling) failure.
He piled all of the words onto the sofa and went to bed.
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