17 Aug 2010

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I swallow my feelings, desires, for you.
I consume them, and they consume me.
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The opposite page reads:

It starts with poison, with dust dry lips and needle pricks.

It starts in a dark sterile room, with shadows cast on a dated curtain.

(muted sobs and leaking eyes//thoughts thrashing like the pendulum inside)

That is how this starts.