a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

November 13, 2004

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11.13...ticks by, these could be seconds or minutes or days but they all mean the same, the skin of my arms cold because my hands can't cover enough of me that needs to feel warm, needs to feel held, needs to feel something other than my own needy grab day to day, minute to minute, and even second to second.

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