9 yellow moons die
in the canvas of the whites of my eye
Monday, June 12, 2006
thinking of you.
all freeze.
it's cold they say.
finger freezing
mind numbing
skin prickingly
cold
they say.
strangely enough
i stay warm
heart warmingly enough.
i stay warm.
and i am grateful to you today
.
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