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Tuesday, May 27, 2003 I have NO clue where this one comes from. I just randomly wrote it one night from some image in my head. It's untitled.The coldness creeps like a black widow spider dark and harsh, without mercy. The frost on the ground crunches against the weight of hard soled boots, you bought them only a week ago. Breathing hard, disoriented, hoping the light will come. Where is the light? Is it coming for you? Will you have to stay cold like this forever? You hear a bird cry out, flying alone you sit and collect your thoughts. You feel the warmth, the light has arrived and the fear in your heart is like the bullet from a gun of cold hard metal. posted by:Russ at 1:54 AM | Post Page | 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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