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winter blues (or what not to do with a gun)

Posted by D. James on 25 January 2008

Cold seeps
through cracks
in the unfit
windows

A distant memory,
the sun, hides
in dark cotton

Life bleeds out
on dirty linoleum
and I can’t
feel my feet
anymore

(D. James)

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2 Responses to “winter blues (or what not to do with a gun)”

  1. Cyclopat Says:
    25 January 2008 at 10:54 am

    hot

  2. mee mOe Says:
    25 January 2008 at 10:05 pm

    You are an amazing writer !!!

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