Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual i crunched your words like delicate bones
sparse, small and meaningful
and i felt the meaning of you in thoughtful chew
drink midst, you are here with me in spirit
the wind leans into me, slightly
small signs of encouragement
that i am cold without you
that i am cold now, without four letters
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