. New Years .
remembering at 1:20 a.m. on 2003-01-01

It's deaf and muted...the blurry streaks of fireworks between the obscurity of the blinds, cockeyed and bent in my window.

I'm ill, curled beneath the soft fragrances of blankets...a small arm draped across me. His soft breathing sweet and fragile.

The hollow far off blare of cheap .25 cent party horns, screaming through the fog.

Time turns another age, in the darkness.

never was � never will be

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