5/06/2002 03:45:00 AM   [ link ]

I am dried up and indifferent. In my mind I am standing in the middle of an empty grey field, and I can feel the wind tearing holes through me. I trudge in a circle, trying to put the wind at my back so it feels less bitter. But somehow, I am always facing it. My eyes water and my fingers go numb. The wind fills my mouth until I cannot speak.


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