
and always.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Spiritual/Angst - Words: 52 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 08-06-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3048178
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i have mail and i put on my weekend eyes to read it.
the post office is miles from my head but i have walked there on crooked feet.
i am the kind of natural that bruises on its way out of the ground.
cold mornings like these won't last forever.
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