difranco

a torrid set of emotions will disintergrate any soul for money. like the devil dancing out on a full moon with gypsies, vampires and wolves. it is though blood cascades down each vein like an empty station, rushing to the next stop. the fuel of such did spring from a grin of self rightcheous, then i did doubt, i did ponder, i did ache to...
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out of touch

so scarce to feel,
my skin feels supple,
warmed in a solitary room
the echoing tick surrounds me.
the clock makes the moments,
last an eternity longer.
gravity defies me,
fueled on a flame
i tiptoe along the tip.
my head pounds with anticipation
as the cotton rubs into my flesh
raw and vivid.
i pace.
back and forth and back again,...
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this spirit is more than one can imagine
ever plenty sprite cursing from second to moment
love from the ready second fueled video tape
just a minute close your eyes
it'll be ok in the end..

writing with candyfloss conventions;
my souls a sweet taste to chew
a love sweeter than a heart's song at night
speckled with dust none other than fairie..
my toes...
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she has fairytale bobbin fingers, written along the lines. likes to watch trains meeting different stations, so close, yet few and far between. exceptionally motivated, dancing like anothers shadow.. she swings on hearts and vines from town to town.
contempory placed upon the walls of galleries, people watch day after day. the same beauty shining through stars upon her skin. she travels in her gaze...
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plastic centemetres belittle stolen hearts, the miles we create with distance become more than a figment. when choosing to love another we agree to experience feelings which could eventually destroy our being. its a risk we have no choice over.

soon the ice will melt and you will be left standing holding a heart of flesh, tattooed and healed scarring. bitterness has to be dealt...
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it came, we happened, a thought dropped in time, suspended in a moment for reanimation. playback without the movie shown on a wide screen. a complimentary taste as we walk through the grand doors towards hope and maturity. a glass of wine so sweet it was sour.
compliments by voices without figures standing in plain as daylight. holding our coats as we walked thru the...
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The Timid Fool [6:25 PM]: I wish you didn't feel so awkward. Maybe if I just keep telling you you're pretty, it will eventually sink in. I wouldn't lie to you, I don't have that kind of time

another day, another time to ignore and stand strong. realisation is nothing because things will be ok.
my head is a mixture. one past love : it...
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it shouldn't bother me so much, these things happen.. its to be expected more than anything. one of those "wait for it.." moments. still i get jumpy and panicky.. what if.. FUCK what if. nearly everything made me cry today because i am overtired, for once it wasnt the hormones and now... fuck what if. good girl.. good darts.i think i might cry a little,...
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all the good ones are gay

angrylittlegirls

departing for work on short notice, i woke from sleep with a moan at light. i didnt hear anyone leave this morning? i heard a stir and then i passed out cold, the trobbing of my head invading my dreams.. always turning into a cold base metal of confusion. i am disgustingly out of proportion, my stab at light had echoed with that familiar chant...
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