loose threads

a smattering of things

  • 29/31
    through the fog and cold
a sweetness finds me waiting
it greets me warmly
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    through the fog and cold
    a sweetness finds me waiting
    it greets me warmly
  • 28/31
    the truth lodges in
my throat. i speak dry words with
a tangled tongue.
    the truth lodges in
    my throat. i speak dry words with
    a tangled tongue.