Diary
"How I have wanted to write in you,
put my words to the pixels in you
exactly every note:
So much has happened since
and I feel the tension you sense.
alas, a longer wait?
But it all will not even fit,
that on which Minds sit,
queerest curious quandaries.
Thus I beg, do not ask me "And so?"
For I especially do know
that for a time, this time
elsewhere the rest must go."
rossi lamont walter
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