Something about being up when the sun comes up is magical. Trees silhouette black against a blue sky of many shades as if I'm privy to some secret. Bright light flares and smoke appears. Suck deep and exhale, the world is on its hinges, and I'm the only one who knows it. So many pleasures in life are passed by, shrugged off, and pissed away, but
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i know your in buffalo, so when do i get to see you?!?!
midori.
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