sleepyskin's Diaryland Diary

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innocence and frailty

the tips of my fingers trace the scent
of you through the air.
your quick goodbye
and the sound of grinding teeth in sleep
all remind me of two winters ago.
eight fourty-three and normally we'd be listening
to CKUA and laying wistfully
in bed.
the one pound spiders are gone
and they took our innocence and frialty
with them.

3:45 PM - October 02, 2002

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