The following was text sent to my bride and daughter's ten months ago. It has remained in my sent box since then and today is the day I place the message here and then delete the words from my cellular telephone...
14 April 2010 @ 1754.
Why call you make not?
I sit and and I weep in the icey cold grips of inhumane torture and pain...
...thus, I park myself here in my heart's mind waiting. Gloomed.
Gloom is silent...
...as silent, as the kitten smashed by the blue Cordoba driven by the drunk from up the street.
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