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Wow.
How I sit here,
collecting dust.
I reach an arm
and only grate rust.
I thought I dreamed
once of glitter,
but then I woke
to only glimmers.
We've spent two years
whirling apart;
constantly telling
myself to restart.
This is my confession:
I still call forth
your impossibly durable
snow angel warmth.



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fallen-angle said...
May 13, 2010 at 1:14 pm:
beautiful i absolutly love it =^D
 
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