So, here I am, wildly running away, because I don’t know how to say all that I’ve got to say. Is this damp pavement spinning your tires too? Its been weeks of this, staying convinced that things will fall into place, but all that falls is this December rain, too warm to drape a fitting sheet over this past year’s face. It makes my teeth grind, it makes my jaw strain, like there’s something I need to say but the incessant wheeze, the rattle of death behind my shallow breath is always caught in the way.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Jun 2014 08:01:09 +0000
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