a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

October 13, 2004

Two weeks without a smoke and now I know how the chimney on an abandoned funeral home feels. Sure, maybe the rain's scoured out some of the soot, and the bodies below are long since charred, but my voice feels like it was the heat that is gone from that shaft forever.

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