door to door canabalismo
By aiwaz
the ceiling is literaly caving in i hear dead draggy steps someone watches the sleepin guests and fogs the windows between us with his clouds of steaming breath. footsteps in the snow long deep strides from our door to the road and the great intermingling of lives. Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 07:03 AM PST 0 • 1
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