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Jun 10, 2005 21:06


a summary:

sick

stomach

mind

eyes

ankle

wrist

too many matchbooks and poorly planned admissions.  bone-dry glasses as evidence.  searched trash, room trashed in the search.

pinned to the wall by infinite sets of feminine and masculine fingers-accused, cornered, questioned.  confessed.  nobody's fault ( Read more... )

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amoergosum June 11 2005, 03:59:53 UTC
i'm sorry i wasn't there it counted. i missed it when you needed me to see. i'm sorry. let me heal your wounds my love. let me kiss where ever the red dares to show. let me be what you deserve for me to be.

i love you.

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birthpains June 11 2005, 19:12:28 UTC
no scissors in bed.

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brokenglass_0 June 16 2005, 18:11:55 UTC
Yeah, I remeber online chats...wow that was a while ago. How's maryland treating you? Florida is still boring if you're wondering.

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sentimentalsway June 16 2005, 18:33:21 UTC
Maryland's excessively normal. DC treats me well, though. I kind of assumed about Florida.. but what about yourself, rather than your location?

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