13.11.14 - 3:58 p.m.

without a ribbon or a bit of twine, nothing
inserted to be found, because i could no
longer sustain the vague back and forth, the
punishments, the innuendo. the peace i offered
was more than what's deserved, but i offered
it just the same, and was rewarded as expected.

the leaves are gone; the ground has frozen; little
was preserved this year.



so i punched a hole in the roof
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