Autumn brings new relationships, short, but new nonetheless. Short meaningless flings with those who's hearts do not extend past the makeup they wear nor the jewelry that adorns their hollow bodies.
Short they may be, but they still waste time that could be spent searching for my Christine. Leaves fall and in the time that takes, the time for leaves to fall from the branch to the earth, that is the expanse, nay the generations of time I waste, just watching, that I am not searching.
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phantomsgrief
01:27 Nov 12 2010
change comes when one least expects it.. i hope you find your Christine