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"flames, on the side of my face" i am pulled under, pushed into tight boxes, rooms crowded full of darkness, nothing, aching bones and singed tissue bridges collapse beneath crashing fists i move forward and on, healing not i become lost for words can only slam doors. there is no reason to it your academic prowess withers in the face of seething, frothing vitriol there is no debate there is only the notion of shattered glass and great, echoing silences. posted by anna kiss @ 2/03/2008 01:13:00 AM |
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