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By suffocating_lux Date: 2006 Jan 09 Comment on this Work [[2006.01.09.22.25.9585]] |
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smiling always came easier than this. now for the life of me i will not remember her name. it was lost in the lilt of her canadian bark; a roughened song that left fingertips blossoming in the sliding cresent shaped afternoon. my heart was clutched! that sodden wrath sprung from a concave darkness. she faked before she spoke, with no reason to mourn. what is this, i called. weeping on my pillow of defeat. ink that falls short. tasteless words lack the juices she spilt inside my mouth. |