a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

February 22, 2005

One of those days I've ignored, needing to spend 47 hours out of time, mourning the death of a large part of my heart.

I felt the world turn a bit grayer early yesterday; and I taste ash in my mouth today.

I can smell the cordite.

We live in a deteriorating world.

HST, RIP.

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