food

Something tasty found on a shelf. A bag, slender only so, so tall. Crunchy, crispy, little bits drop as contents consumed without remorse. Maybe a little regret for what might’ve been. We should be else where facing ourselves down than here stuffing without content.
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12/12/2009 – Argument dispersion and eating

Tagged as: argument, faith, food, love, path, remorse, together

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