By lilanais
here it begins here it is made flesh and now it blooms as she said a cut and forgive me today as i must borrow starved as i was for this i sought but for certain misgivings and souls undressed onto the kitchen table fast (you little slut) come as they may caught in the undertow into the tragic metaphor-- hell, why not. Written December 13th, 2001 © on Dec 12 2001 08:25 PM PST 18 • 0 • 16
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"here it begins..."
Author:lilanais
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"here it begins..." by lilanais
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"and now why this and nothing but blank scratches on a page and whatever their darkest is today i took my notion of she with me and pretty pictures a hope to bless this and nothing comes but this and n..."
"(for mahal and the pretty girl) this was mine into the night: cautiously speeding and shadow in meticulous tow, making excuses in my head as to why this visit was really necessary, feeling heart an..."
"now i find these are pretty things you left here. there is strange music and comfortable language and pictures that burn perfect holes and drum up fragrant beats. these are pretty things before me sa..."
"my hands tied themselves to these insolent christened sheets, and these stubborn eyes now search your shelves for signs of me, and i spend hours at a turn overturning this skewed (and perhaps miscon..."
"head on my shoulder small chest rises in and out son in deep slumber me, i read haiku making much of quiet time soon, godzilla wakes Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 13 2001 08:19 PM PST 18 •..."
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