dreams about snow
maryanne woke up thinking about me this morning.
hours, most likely, after i myself woke up.
she was crawling out of bed as i was squinting into the sun, driving away from you.
too tired to think.
too tired to feel.
only allowing the traffic to slowly push me forward.
9:59 p.m. - 2003-02-18
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