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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Rain, starting
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
IWGD
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
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