posted by Weasel @ 12:27 AM
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The Silver Trumpet Brayed
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Tonight I would have come home and cried, I would have lain down beside her and cried, laid my head upon her breast and cried for no reason other than that I could. But she isn't here, there is no-one here, so I will not cry.
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