aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - ts a heavy morning, for no real reason. as i walked through the campus trees (some just catching fire) bits of old strange hurts snuck in with the rain i was enjoying, quick vignettes of betrayals and disappointments long buried. i suppose it comes with the familiar greying of the lowered sky, with the swansong redolence of the maples - i embraced each october so readily that i am bound to remember the knives that hid therein. i walked in an misty aceric reverie with the dull revenant of hurts given and hurts taken scratching at my ribs. 8:56 a.m. - 2011-10-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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