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The Noise Of Trouble
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
Monday, October 31, 2011
The Ocean In Between
The hours have closed in on us again.
An ocean sits between our
hellos and goodbyes
as the passing years
sink into the tides.
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