It's wet and cold tonight. Not so much icey temperatures as that damp sorta chill that seeps into the bones nearly to the marrow. Nothing seems to be warming.
Maybe I need a cozy fire and a warm man. Maybe I need more blood in my veins.
Purple Punk Rocker from Atlanta, Georgia. Now just a faded Goth Ghost in High Point, North Carolina. Missing my old haunts while looking for a new one.
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