Instead of thinking of anything else

Feb 05, 2006 00:08

I'm the fresh new face in this lachrymose clinic. My pride gives off light, grows weak, buries itself in snow. My walking to you calls for the jungle theme of tearing paper into pieces atop my high head. Every step is a ladder in this goddamn double-helix of a hallway. I approach feeling betrayed when I catch you with your eyes away, but has a kiss ( Read more... )

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emo_leary February 6 2006, 21:40:42 UTC
lachrymose

you have panache, mr. brooks

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killer_x_queen February 7 2006, 00:01:21 UTC
muy bien. lachrymose and sanguine!!! we lovee vocab

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anonymous February 24 2006, 20:23:47 UTC
hi.
mb

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