most likely a bad idea
This ring is several sizes too biglosing feeling in every finger tip
a hand painted message
etched into condensation outside your window reads:
If I make it through this winter I hope to see you again.
I could spend decades listing the reasons why.
Like a tilted pitcher words
spill
from
my
mouth
Filling every crevice till it bursts and they flood out
this is a scar on the face of romance
my love is savage like Randy
losing ground
losing time
watching every chance drift by
hands reach for me
they'll scratch the light from my eyes
try to pull theses thoughts from my mind
but they won't leave without a fight
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