Tuesday, December 18, 2007

please.
don't judge me for how I feel.

every breath stings
in the cold near-winter air.
congestion, too fun.

anachronistic tendencies.
99cent art in unusable formats.

a blanket, a warm drink.
clench tense shoulders, then relax.
transcend the stress.
rise in curls like the smoke from your incense.

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