a chapped abyss of innocent words
Saturday, February 9, 2008
sun
don't you just love
those dirty snow clouds
when they cover up
the hot, mean midday sun?
you feel like you could stare for so long
until forever, that's just what you see
and then you could truly
be blinded to all things.
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