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May 02, 2007 19:02

[mood|A grief without a pang - void, dark, and drear;
A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief
Which finds no natural outlet, no relief
In word, or sigh, or tear-]

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aruinedmill May 2 2007, 07:31:00 UTC
wow.

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exlibris May 16 2007, 23:36:29 UTC
honey, coleridge!

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aruinedmill May 17 2007, 02:37:27 UTC
it looks good on you, i must say.

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rivermilk May 2 2007, 12:18:54 UTC

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the stretching sigh in your lungs
& how your throat is becoming raw
from all the screaming
that you are not doing.

xo.

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exlibris May 16 2007, 23:48:02 UTC
(i've been screaming so long now i've been silenced: so constant you can't hear me anymore; nestled my sound into the everyday, i'm nothing in particular you pick up. i am familiar. granted. and when i stop? that's when i'm heard. the space around me stands still, unsure how to carry itself anymore. i am like that. necessary. (the throat of.))

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