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Sep 30, 2006 18:05

The dread ichor runs to nil, mingling with water, diluted. A moment comes: the flow loses opacity, the life drained from a face. In time, my skin is the lone obstacle for my skin. What has washed away, a fading, distant darkness ( Read more... )

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Oubliette anonymous October 2 2006, 14:14:24 UTC
Please, tell me you don't often spend time in the oubliette!! I'm glad you can get yourself out of it!!

P. S. I often think I may be taking short naps there, too.

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Re: Oubliette personaminor October 3 2006, 18:26:14 UTC
Sometimes I just find myself in the oubliette. It's the damnedest thing.

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de_ambershay October 4 2006, 01:07:14 UTC
Your writing is so pretty.

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personaminor October 4 2006, 14:14:17 UTC
Thank you. It's one of the only things I have (but not in a bad way, it's one of the only things I want).

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