ays of our memory,
days of our thought.
i have been taught
repeatedly not to believe
the things i think.
seems i am not even
a heathen. the bishop
tells me so.
i thought the cat was lost,
i think it is saturday.
after christmas.
sbm.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
ays of our memory,
days of our thought.
i have been taught
repeatedly not to believe
the things i think.
seems i am not even
a heathen. the bishop
tells me so.
i thought the cat was lost,
i think it is saturday.
after christmas.
sbm.
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