Saturday, December 27, 2008
oneword: gloss
my sticky sweet shield leaves traces of myself behind on all of my mistakes. i wonder if they ever think about me.
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A chaotic collection of writing exercises.
scattered starz paint twilight all over the place
including those laugh lines on your face.
but copyright will always remain loyal
to the writers who brought the words to a boil.
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