0330 am : alone
this is what it is like to be alone.
squinting fingers hang on new edges
emptiness glances up at me like old times
nothings whisper over fallen shoulders
i feel liberated and possible.
this is what it is like to be alone.
squinting fingers hang on new edges
emptiness glances up at me like old times
nothings whisper over fallen shoulders
i feel liberated and possible.
JANEisnotplain 10.27.09 0342am
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