Tuesday, May 8, 2012 § 0
Weather like melted ice cream
Weather like silence in the night
A hand reaching behing
Weather like molasses
Weather like a fan
Breath on his neck
Weather like the lights on during a film
Weather like gum under a desk
Footsteps getting louder
Weather like dirty clothes
Weather like mushy pasta
A penetrating light
Weather like over-used swears
Weather like fidgeting
A face at the window
Weather like unpaved streets
Weather, like will you go away?
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