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Wednesday, Jan. 12, 2005 @ 10:56 pm
I slip sometimes...

Long and deflated clouds
Because they fell as white snow is all over the ground.

The flat grave markers are slight square indentations in the snow
Footprints here and there
Zigzag trying not to step on the snowy graves.
It's cold.

Over the empty plots the snow is undisturbed.
The melted refrozen surface reflects the moon,
A finger nail clipping moon,
A finger nail clipping that i could never make
Because i bite them
Disturbed and restless with the slight nightmares
That I've made in my head.

How you must go from loving someone
To not talking
Because of some reason that you should or should not be together.
And you can only be with one
and he's gone.


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