An Autumn Letter, Part III.
Every deconstructionist picks apart,
But you made me stop - for once, the universe stopped.
The stars were still, but g-d did not appear,
But the prophets cry is to trust in faith.
And I will always love you
Because we were
And I still am.
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- October 22, 2007 / 4:13 am
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