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date: january eleventh, oh three. last year ended with beat/poetry and cold glass, some marks left on rough surfaces, a few things broken. nothing big, too little to notice. explosions in the distance, what does it matter if you can't see the color. the new year started out easy. quiet; it snuck up on me like winter or autumn. showed up on my doorstep that morning and i welcomed it in like an old friend. how nice to see you again. i started off this year in love, i'm breathing in, love. breathing in love. |