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roughing it.
8/23/11 11:54 pmI stole one hour, just one. I promised that I would put it back just as it was, but I lied.
When I took it, I knew I would keep it. Knew it would be placed safe in a box in my closet, never quite forgotten, but never taken out or played with or used.
Still, it would stay. Quiet.
Dust would lay on the lid, and I would glance at it, trace strange sigils, and leave it closed.
One hour.
It was only one hour.
When I took it, I knew I would keep it. Knew it would be placed safe in a box in my closet, never quite forgotten, but never taken out or played with or used.
Still, it would stay. Quiet.
Dust would lay on the lid, and I would glance at it, trace strange sigils, and leave it closed.
One hour.
It was only one hour.
