Feb 07, 2007 13:39
It's lonely here. There isn't much to do during New Jersey winters. I am cracking, all my skin is dry, falling off. I'm coming apart. The world is coming apart. I feel a little bit like hiding, a little bit like running away. This month gets under my skin, makes me itch.
my ancestral homeland,
february
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