I don't cry
but
my knees ache.
they ache as much as if I'd fallen & cracked them in my childhood and now the cold finds the weakness
and takes up residence.
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
I don't cry
but
my knees ache.
they ache as much as if I'd fallen & cracked them in my childhood and now the cold finds the weakness
and takes up residence.
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