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burning of november. |
November 19th, 2008 @ 2:21pm |
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incognate of the surroundings;
slow currents of visable air
twirling, spinning into words
lost to the wind. gold and amber
make a bed of trust for you and
i. a common fault; to crave
another touch, another taste.
to sink in your teeth, bleeding
out the dreams of him. this life
ends where it began --
dignity bruised, innocence lost. |
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lie.
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