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As Constantine awoke one morning from uneasy sleep

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Just felt like saving it here rather than hard drive

Trees silhouette against sombre skies, fallen leaves cleave to wet paths we've wandered, streets shine black, every other drop bursts in white in plashed puddles close to curbsides leaving nothing more than rings to see. To forget.
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