2/9/2013

There is something I want to put in this box
A new year
An old debt
Things tangled like a net
Dresses I should sew
Miles I should run
When this sadness is the warm blanket

Remind me why
There are no pictures in this house
Nothing so permanent as you.

Always you.

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