the end of the year, time for the counting,
time to number, categorise, remember the things,
lost. the people.
the list is endless, we highlight, tick, arrange
in rows, the stuff of our lives, the shirts and
nonsense. we mend the family clothes,
while ours are unrepaired. a whole day
counting.
he brought the logs, more than i imagined.
sbm.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
the end of the year, time for the counting,
time to number, categorise, remember the things,
lost. the people.
the list is endless, we highlight, tick, arrange
in rows, the stuff of our lives, the shirts and
nonsense. we mend the family clothes,
while ours are unrepaired. a whole day
counting.
he brought the logs, more than i imagined.
sbm.
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