Today is the very bottom of the barrel being scraped with the expectation that it will offer more than what it has.
It’s the break in the chain when the rusted link finally crumbles.
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3/11/2010
About
You are calm and reposed. Let your beauty unfold.
Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close.
You are second hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin.
Standing trial for your sins.
Holding onto yourself the best you can.
The word warrior without a favorite day.
Ask and receive.
