Monday Oct 04, 2004

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Roll over
shiver shoulder
cold growing
colder
frosted feelings
this bed made
blankets of snow
and sheets of ice
icicle fingers
frozen memories
Ground too hard
to bury.
skull
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greatalphawolf:
That poem gives me the fucking chills...I like the chills because I don't get much of that in Phoenix...

Just checking up on ya bro... Hope you had yourself a good weekend.
argonautgod:
You haven't been talking to my aunt and uncle when they buried my old dog Louie by any chance wink



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