Fantom Fun
By navi01
while digging my nails into the daily soot and scraping away at murky burdens, sometimes I etch a crack in the shell. a sudden scent of clovers and cookies floods my lungs; welcomes me back to the flower-laced paint peels and the dipping hardwood floors that creaked beneath my soapy toes before the world plucked the stars from my eyes. Written March 12th, 2002 © on May 02 2002 04:53 PM PST other
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"while digging my nails into the daily soot..."