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Friday, February 9, 2007
I Need a Vacation
While doing laundry, I realized that I had “We Three Kings” running through my head. Only not the whole song, just the dark verse that you probably only know if you were raised Catholic.
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes of life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
