Haha, remember all the anorexia issues when you posted this on the boards? :) That was funny...I remember this one vividly, and especially liking the idea of twigs thrashing calligraphy on your window. And flexifraglie...great word. But yeah, I really loved this one. A perfect winter kind of poem...Also, I like the fact that it's almost breaking the mold, as far as "hibernating" stereotypes go. I general think of eating a ton in the winter and snuggling up and heaviness, warmth, all that. However, this is thin, cold, even aloof. I like that.
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