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Monday, January 25, 2010
VAG 11:01 AM


I am in the sun.
My head is spinning.
The cat is walking towards me.
It's singing a song.
A lullaby that only mothers in Africa sing.
The sound of a plane flying by.
The giggling of girls by the river.
The Grassland is parched.
I feel the gentle breeze.
Then slowly, it gets less.
and less
and less
Now, there's nothing.
No sound.
No warmth.
Just loneliness and barrenness
circulating in my veins.
I feel it now.
Something I've never felt before.
I am a
Lemon.