i am not snow.
i am not pure.
i am not clean.
i am the squish.
i am the pain.
i am the sanctuary you know and crave.
i am the rush going through your veins, up your arm, and in your heart.
i hate to break it
but thats what i do best.
[i am a ____. ]
theres no way around that.
Monday, January 22, 2007
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