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2006-04-09 - 2:14 a.m. The moon is blue tonight. The river is restless, and I have stopped breathing. Clouds conceal the justice of the moon, and the street lights cast the fingers of the trees. The rain spits and fights, the puddles jump and moan. Feel the fright of the air, the creep of the wind, the crystal clear threat of the road and the car. The sadness lingers, pointing fingers. The precipice of the future is a blip on the horizon, the piece of time that fades into darkness. |
