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Sun, May. 3rd, 2009, 08:51 pm
breakfast in the kitchen

Little moments of happiness,
like dust motes
floating;
we intersect,
I smile,
a second of perfection.
Those are the pieces
that will flash before my eyes.
All of them,
someday,
dying with me.
Just as it should be.