Light on Broken Glass: a wending writer's life
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
The 427,000th definition of love
It's like when you scratch a new bug bite, and the old one mysteriously starts itching again, reborn anew. You're like that.
Still you lurk beneath my skin, hatching memories.
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