a featherweight sweatshirt is
hardly a jacket. but then again,
this winter air isn't nearly as cold as it could be-
so, i guess we both have an argument.

there is a slight embrace in your eyes,
and i'm not in need. nonetheless, i return the thought-
because you and i are both too cold to be cold
to eachother- yet this is not out of nesessity that
wrap my arms around your world. this is out of
greed. attachment. love.

01/27/2004

Author's Note: still majorly working.

Posted on 01/28/2004
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