in_another_day icewater in another day that flickered open in my mind, we walked without noticing how sore our legs were. Tendrils of sweating foliage grew across the moon as the respiration of our strides trobbed throughout the wooded night. your words softly pecked at the atmosphere, leaving pink and red rose petals floating around the orb of our conversation. 021204 ... icewater fuck!Throbbed* (spell check) 021204 what's it to you? who go blather from