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18 October 2009
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29 diciembre 2007
i thought it over again. i knew i had to.
there was something in me. pulsating.
pressing me to go near the smell.
& that's exactly when I saw the lipstick.
Red lipstick. it's unforgiving color so intense
that every moment after, every warm saturated shade would remind you of
this very instant.
it dances.
oh song of motion tendered from a vine.
thoughts of glance reminiscent.
this time, the story went on. of course,
it was unlike the others. utterly disproportionate
in size & shape. like glass arrangements.
could they have been already met?
No, I deemed it impossible to render.
How could you wash the sides alone?
Not even to the yellow.
Closer tot eh stream laced with tracks
and iron rails. the many tales of electrocution
still scare me to the bottoms.
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