the dull thumping above my house is thunder, not artillery. but oh if it was, what a glorious day it would be. maybe an errant shell could crush me beneath its weight and silence these thoughts in my head forever.
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12 August 2002 - 18:38
the dull thumping above my house is thunder, not artillery. but oh if it was, what a glorious day it would be. maybe an errant shell could crush me beneath its weight and silence these thoughts in my head forever.
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