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Dec 2012
I like wool socks.
I like breathing cold air--
the way it numbs in my throat.

I like watching cars drive endlessly,
staring across an avenue at tires and shades of paint, windows and blurred hubcaps. I like catching the brief moments in time when the streets are quiet.
I like empty bottles and barriers and running my finger through a candle flame.
I like trying to capture the brief moments in time
when the house is silent.
nothing serious, i just was trying to stop thinking about the complicated things.
rachel g
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rachel g  portland, maine
(portland, maine)   
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