through the wind winding
-snippets from a windswept soul-
Thursday, September 18, 2014
(reaching for) the truce
Sweet pill:
he takes it straight
and passes on.
His ex-wife will be with us shortly.
Home:
long mirrored walls
he's painstakingly crafted.
All Right has fallen ill.
A white towel drops.
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