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2008-05-01 - 7:59 p.m.

no spring flowers. no autumn leaves.

he hopes that everything is well with me. honestly, i couldn't say. i feel exposed to everything, dangerously absorptive.

a metaphor's only cause of death is the acceptance of its poetic meaning into the normal vocabulary of the host language. new life, a fresh start, this constant back and forth.

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