tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391123510533373197.post4356020648179493562..comments2023-04-26T07:36:09.285-07:00Comments on all this poetry is useless we will die: secrets from the winds, burnt stars cryingCalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08520151733364717579noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391123510533373197.post-40186797249261109772009-01-06T21:36:00.000-07:002009-01-06T21:36:00.000-07:00Where you used to be, there’s a hole in the world,...Where you used to be, there’s a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391123510533373197.post-58338367729405526042009-01-06T21:23:00.000-07:002009-01-06T21:23:00.000-07:00If I never knew you, I’d be safe but half as real....If I never knew you, I’d be safe but half as real.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com