...the ones I love best...
my wintertime ~
December 27, 2006 - 12:20 a.m.
how can I tell you about this time? the windburned feel and echoing isolation of it. run aground. I feel unfamiliar. hard. dry. tight. and strange. who are you? rinsing the grit from my mouth and tasting blood. staring mirror eyes. is my wintertime.
previously... * and then...
(((rings)))
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