It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really." 
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i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i love it here

isaac newton

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