novicember
Thursday, November 18, 2010
cold thursday night
sometimes
me and the internet
can talk for hours
the TV is gone,
I notice
which is strange
(I think we had a TV)
my self confidence lies
at the foot of the bed,
asleep
I consider calling it a night too.
isolation tastes
like alcohol.
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