from an ice desert
reflections and notes to self
Sunday, May 31, 2009
i? me?
just a moth, wandering through the land, arid and devoid of vegetation. for miles and miles all i see is outcroppings, strange and haunting; watching with dark eyes, piercing through night long dreams
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