she's more human at night.
the cold quiets her
racing heart and
wandering mind, it
forces her to search and
teaches her to be still, she's
less human at night.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC
she's more human at night.
the cold quiets her
racing heart and
wandering mind, it
forces her to search and
teaches her to be still, she's
less human at night.
Originally a visual/graphic poem.
http://thecuriouswanderings.tumblr.com/image/71505977407
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