

shot in the rainLike an awkward intermission between two parts of our lives, mine just lasted longer so your late start could catch up. On the same page for not the first time in our lives, but the first time you'd believe. The soft half-inch of snow reminds me that it's my favorite time of year, because biting wind on bare skin is the best reminder that I'm still alive. Sure, eventually it just numbs me and defeats the purpose, but for those first minutes, I can stretch my arms wide and connect my thoughts to the wind and let them drift off east. Maybe someone else will catch them. Not you, though. I can count the number of times you've asked me 'Whatshot in the rain


crystallineIt swells behind my facade seething and threatening to appear slyly nibbling at my conscoiusness nursing my pregnant fearcrystalline
Tenative scratches at the surface while capillaric cracks emerge Will splatters to the ground falling off the cusp of anger's verge
Globules free-floating in time and space reflecting the stain and flame suspending denile in light's blue ray to magnify and reveal my shame
cha-ching!
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please don't let me forget this.
lalalalalalalalalala....
offspring.
*smiles, a little dimle of her own*
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please don't let me forget this.
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