cory yeomans


Wanting

i sit in this spot, the darkness surrounding me, wrapping me up like a heavy wool cloak. things on my mind, its the same every day, like a movie that just plays and plays and plays. what is this i feel, a feeling of cold wind swirling threw my hair sending chills down my spine. the cloak isnt warm enough, it just flaps even though i pull it tighter

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