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By Misti Date: 2002 May 16 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.16.20.33.8411]] |
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his letters are flames licking my heels I am raw I am barbecue he loves to see me roast his laughter serenades my nightmares as trees scratch SOS against the window go the fuck away I throw his taunting curlicues against the closet door no satisfying smack anticlimactic angst all fucked up and nowhere to go they don't flow but stagnate polluted Styx where is my fix you sure as fuck can't find it standing behind me shielding your eyes. |