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Sep 18, 2006 14:27


Standing in the stairwell after my voice lesson, trembling.

I want my body, the softness, to fall away, the roundness and pulse; the damp drowsy bloom of capillaries, the dry lace of sharp skin cells on my knuckles, the sucking layers of frayed green around my pupil.  I want to be stripped to the last boards and bolts and angles necessary.  And ( Read more... )

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in_d_clouds September 19 2006, 01:17:33 UTC
but you're so much more than just a voice...

I love you, Molly.

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