winter's child was
always
discontent.
wrapped in fingers
and words (s)he
never let be
hers.
don't want
them,
to go away
(tell them)
Thursday, February 09, 2006
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A whelk, you understand, doesn't stand much of a chance in a supernova..
roof, mountains, beach, basement. night.
write what you know, write with passion. write.
escape, always.
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