Billia through the walls we divide ourselves with 020323
celestias shadow i'm chipping away at the walls
peeling the paint
the color of your eyes
from the red-brick fireplace
blackened on the inside
dark from the smoke of winter fires
passed under blankets
huddled in front of the tv
waiting for the lights to go out
like they always did
back then
person oh, you can chisel me any day. *winks* 040708
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