Last night, I curdled into sleep on the couch, a marionette carelessly discarded by a bored puppeteer. Nothing is colder than the aching insufficiency of pre-dawn air, scraping over my eyelids like frost-bitten windshield wipers. At six a.m., was it really worth it to climb into the equally frozen bed, or should I have just stayed up? I might have
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But yes. Do write more <3 You have a way with words. Even your "regular" posts are lovely and poetic. I am filled with jealousy :D
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