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Jul 06, 2007 21:54

it's become so cold i don't know what to do with my skin. where to place it, how to sit in it without pulling at my fingers in frustration ( Read more... )

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ghostletters July 18 2007, 23:14:02 UTC
Dear Word.Stitcher,

Lately, I caught my hands writing on anything that it can, like they're trying so hard to create a life of their own. & then divorce me.

& I understand your signature frustration. I want to amputate my self from it. Too many memories that don't need reminders spring up when I see my name written in certain ways. & what I hoped was that I'd naturally evolve away from it, sometimes it seems it's the only part of me that hasn't changed.

It's been a long time. Keep your heart warm, dollface.

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heaving August 1 2007, 14:44:33 UTC
do you want to front me up? i feel inadequate next to you, in word form.

i love you, as much as those words are bandied around, i love you. there is not much i love these days.

xo

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heaving August 1 2007, 14:45:15 UTC
those hands give way to your cock.

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