friday morning
friday morning
the train running late
I’ve run out of things to write.
I’m shivering so violently
my bones shake
my fellow commuters
reveling in lingerie ads.
the sign reads “No Smoking”
while I weigh the pros and cons
of setting myself on fire.
friday morning
the train running late
I’ve run out of things to write.
I’m shivering so violently
my bones shake
my fellow commuters
reveling in lingerie ads.
the sign reads “No Smoking”
while I weigh the pros and cons
of setting myself on fire.
the train running late
I’ve run out of things to write.
I’m shivering so violently
my bones shake
my fellow commuters
reveling in lingerie ads.
the sign reads “No Smoking”
while I weigh the pros and cons
of setting myself on fire.
posted by extraspecialbitter at 8:34 AM
2 Comments:
It was cold and nasty in Middleboro too, but an evening camp fire, a glass of wine, and friends, took care of the chill.
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cold and beautiful. i think you know me better than i do.
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