Nothing at all
Here I fall asleep with secondhand imagesvarious qualities of cold cold cold
truth at arms length frantic finger tips
ancient traps return to keep score
tactic-infected chilly souls
done with firesides and want
refusing happy hints
leading, trailing, slowing down
bringing form to shapeless blanket lumps
looking again, to be sure again, cold again
what I would miss, I do already
posted by fakeplasticstars at
3:11 AM
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