The writings in here are going to be edited out of my life: sentences, phrases, paragraphs, incomplete thoughts. Things that I cut out but couldn't delete. I just needed to write, even if it were only in tidbits.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Your twisted forests of barren limbs Pale springs growth beneath them Threat of frosted mist Descends and envelops them.
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