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It is 5:30 AM...October 12th...2006...I've become once again nocturnal, once again frozen.My memory a document, unedited.Words like crayons, childish and muddy.But she fell in love with them.To become a word, to become a love letter.A flower in her hair.Naked in this light,A autumn leaf at my foot,Lets wake this october,forget the winters sleep.Kiss the wind, then each other.As you stand, in the