"-- and the incandescence of your skin
crackles like the paper at the tip
of a drawn-on cigarette and dies
in a final fluttering of ash--"
-Craig Arnold

Poetry Prose Junk

Until you reach the end of the road, there is still time to change the path you’ve chosen.
— Susan Gale (via timetraveling)
Posted October 30, 2012 with 3 notes VIA Origin
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