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treasure mapped wilted lenses drip puddles of hidden agonies the truth is not here it rests behind the skin of you my teeth tightened my wounds remain raised to the air flesh peeled back, welcoming i feel the shudder crept spineward, unearthed fear and sorrow, surely thicker than the moonlight. the joys were not depended the ordered not accounted subtle pieces pasted in obvious retarded kitchen wall glory the tale of these sins departed for witness and all i am is a faith-based mock-up, a joke of excerpts and excuses for serendipitous exchanges my hands emptied of responsibility from the sum of this existence. posted by anna kiss @ 2/20/2007 01:33:00 AM |
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