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Sunday, March 22, 2009
sprawl.
"sprawl"
sometimes, you move like a ghost through my fingers
other days, i feel you so clearly
i want to touch each section of your body
and make note of every searing pain
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lemon flavor
i could be nothing
if we charged any more for coffee...
witness
oncology.
by trade
all i have to offer is my own confusion
sprawl.
emerald st.
hey damage.
first post.
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