cold, debts and fear.
you're half a world away
and i'm scratching at the sky.
what's left for me here?
i will this world away.
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As always glad for something worth the moment to appear in my Reader. There are a lot of scratches on the sky this morning, but they fade to long herringbone things that wander about like ferns and are secretly cold. As always thanks - later,
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