February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.
-Boris Pasternak
not the most encouraging of poems but it does feed my self-indulgence.
heehee.
OMG i just realized. how apt--its february this month too!
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