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the violence of history i measure my life by my traumas, by the lines wrought on my face by sudden tragedy unfathomable and everlasting it is the story that tells me and in many ways forgets the telling of in-between stuff the filling of contentment accounting for happiness the dramatic bliss of everyday is not enough to stir me it is always the struggle and the intermittent negotiations of imminent survival. posted by anna kiss @ 2/22/2008 01:27:00 AM |
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