Language of Essence
from the depths of my being
Sunday, May 1, 2011
90. (draft from the past)
My room is a mess, so i lay on top of everything, on the almost-floor, with my blanket.
I drink hot coffee in exchange for clothes because my room is swelling with heat. 90 degrees. My face is damp around my nose and chin.
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