*sigh* waiting on grief is a long tough road- but I'm not ready to turn any other way:
a diet of olives artichokes and pickles, an eager puppy quivering and peeing at every kind word
Like a warpainted fanatic cheering and crying from the safety of the bleachers, a snowman in the sun counting the hours to dusk
trying to make a home in a hotel room
(to clarify: just looking to vent/for some sympathy- thanks!
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