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rek (profile) wrote, on 6-6-2009 at 4:30pm | |
a hollow point here is much smaller than before on the shallow front my vapidity grows as i relax, head is a cheap velvet rag i am aging and scared i grow cold as i saw then copacetic now. overused eyes, they deteriorate quickly when focused inside my taste in music ceased to grow when i left here paris was silence marble walls and those tourists who were just there to brag that they were there i miss monet trees warm eggs, good chocolate, and life in a painting but what i have now is not to be doubted or thrown out like nothing this history is my own, age is compelling wish i could fight it feeling like this tree white and dead in a marsh pond dry, weak, immobile |
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