Raw and Cold

That bubble of a moon is playing peek-a-boo behind the wispy night sky. Confirming to me everyone's lunacy. Words stick to the roof of my mouth like peanut butter. It could have been a better world, I should have been a better man. January snowflakes are like guilt falling from the sky. little frozen starfish... cold and raw on the soul, and tongue. .

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thomas-w-case

59 / M / Clear Lake

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