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Post by Laura on Dec 4, 2005 21:37:56 GMT -6
a/n: I know this doesn't make much sense.
If You're Broken.
it is 12:03am the clock is flickering its hands backwards every 41 seconds to lose one second every time
I can smell the light glowing under the door it swirls into circles above my head it speaks in letters, jumble, jargon, it mumbles and it reads me to sleep
but what is left to do?
you're cracking and you're breaking into shards too large to fit into my palms if I cut myself and the blood doesn't run out I'll let you have a kiss after tonight is over
after we have said our goodnights and I roll on to the side where you were the spot is warm but you're not here again.
how can I spill out for you? - to you - grab my purse and I'm out the door chasing you like violence and crime and the trees, the streets, and everything in between is blurring a mosaic in my eyes
the corners cut my eyes are straightened where have you gone? where have you run to now?
it doesn't matter if we're broken together if we press into each other long enough to mould we should be one again
and this will be a guessing game this will be a disguise an unwantedness I once was would vanish, perish, we would dance again.
but what is left to do?
when you're cracking when your skin is shedding and creating tiny streams where I can store my tears
until you revive again.
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grifter
A Devoted Distraction
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Post by grifter on Dec 5, 2005 19:42:03 GMT -6
this is beautiful laura, like running through wet grass, that is knee high, i enjoy it very much peace love & empathy
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