aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - sleep still creaks in sharp morning forest light shiver: murmur a prayer that the coals yet break eight corners coddle/smother you at all hours but the wind has a coy grin: she hasn't shown everything and the cold and the crushing and the hunger will have to do for now 2:08 a.m. - 2011-04-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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