Tuesdays...
1/6/04 05:49 pmSnow Becomes
snow becomes this city
an unsubtle transformation
from gray and green and modern
to white and cold and mourning
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This is the last entry by my current path. There are no X, Y, or Zs in the list of emotions encompassed by this site. The way is now uncharted.
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...and all the rest of my words leapt out of my mouth and ran from me.
snow becomes this city
an unsubtle transformation
from gray and green and modern
to white and cold and mourning
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This is the last entry by my current path. There are no X, Y, or Zs in the list of emotions encompassed by this site. The way is now uncharted.
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...and all the rest of my words leapt out of my mouth and ran from me.