2002-12-07 - 12:42 p.m.

My song is playing again.

Life is a bottle cap.

Or a strawberry.

Something so strange, nothing can be the same, even when someone says my name.

Like watching each day's sun rise, lighten the city's blue-grayness, its never the same.

Its so soft, the cold.

petrichor

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