Thursday, July 17, 2003

i've been taken under. where the day converged into winter. a stubborn animal picking off clean, dry bones. almost translucent, practically a window. layers of spackle begin to chip away like cicada shells. marks in the walls replace the populus awaiting rays off light and fake smiles.

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