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Nov 04, 2008 01:05

just like the haze of a whirlwind spell and foreign smells,
time is so hard to nail down.
one week in new york changed alot of things.
alot of things remain the same.
i'm up to my neck in sonnets and linguistics.
up to my ears in cords and clothes.
nearly up to my waist in bills and things to do.
things are on the cusp, decidedly. very much, on the cusp.
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