Miscellany of mine.
Anthology of a novitiate.
Collection of dreams from a disorderly subconscious.
Diary of a monetarily challenged coveter
Now what delight can greater bee
Than secrets for to knowe
Of sacred bees, the Muses' birds
All which this booke doth showe
Sunday, October 24, 2010
unraveling
I will be missing my winter locked in this room. Small price for what's next to come. Shit will be fresh and new. This next year, my heart will be only for spring.
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