Ice ice is not as sad as it feels only the means to slow down and to creep down into a night like the heavy breathing from another pillow catching your cheek before it leaves again.
Friday, February 11, 2011
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Ice ice is not as sad as it feels only the means to slow down and to creep down into a night like the heavy breathing from another pillow catching your cheek before it leaves again.
Posted by John D. at 8:33 AM
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