by the memory of a scent
the deep lingering loam of a rainy place
dark in the night damp from a day of rain
me safe in that cloying texture of air
ectomorphing endomorphs burn paper for warmth in asylum beds while wondering where their mothers are no one to help you now the white walls scream not like there ever was
6.21.2007
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