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07/28/2002 entry: "Please storm."

The sky looks like a grey piece of construction paper.
I wish someone would paint some ink clouds on it.

I don't know if the dye worked yet. Hair's still wet.

Wadded up balls of paper on the floor,
For every boy I thought I loved before.

Random rimshot, star wipe and out.