2002-11-16
3:06 p.m.
forget about the day you had
(it's startling that you can call me lover without making my skin crawl.) halifax is a mud puddle right now. snow will turn to rain and ruin all the fruits of my beautifulpaperhunting. I have to leave. (I see you every time I cross citadel hill on its west side. you're wearing october 1 clothes in mid-november, come warm up at my house.) nothing in here will be bad
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