Como luceros fríos

Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y una lluvia oscura de luceros fríos.

16 February, 2008

There is really nothing to say tonight. I've started and deleted like five times now. It's cold and it's been storming all day. My bed is really empty and I am full of want. I feel starved and it makes my hands ache with grasping.


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