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Saturday, July 11, 2009


she spat poisonous paragraphs, and I hurried to wipe them away. what could I say to the cold calculation that laid out my life for inspection? so i pressed my lips tight against the tide of replies that i might have spat back in return; since i couldn't think of how to speak, i thought it best not to use any words.

I'm sure I'm drawing off of some memory here, but I can't remember so I guess I can't be bitter about it...

1 comment:

alia said...

so i think i've read this a few times... but my mind can't seem to get past the first 4 words. amazing imagery.