[25 May 2009|05:33pm] On this perpetually sad road leading to nothing but the infinite horizon, I try to keep my posture vertical and strong. But you always manage to catch up with me. These power lines have your name written on them, like the music sheet I hold in my hands and heart. I pound on my breast in woe and grief, because I know. These power lines will never meet the horizon. Just as you and I are never to be. Snap your fingers for me?

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