We have never met.
And yet, reading this, you know
who I really am.
Revealed
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We have never met.
And yet, reading this, you know
who I really am.
We have never met.
And yet, reading this, you know
who I really am.
I crave silence like
most women crave chocolate,
dark, deep, bittersweet.
Wearing the mantle
of autumn. Cold starry nights
days of leaf-strewn gold.
Organization
my goal. Utter chaos my
sad reality.
I type furtively,
blogging an addiction as
bad as crystal meth.