they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

day 24

it's like i'm fist-deep in sand
grasping
letting grains sift through my fingers
leaving only dust to cover
my emtpy palms

only there's no sand
it's more like
thin
air

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