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Apr 24, 2006 23:53

you come and go in my life as though it were your own. you hold my heart in your fist, and only allow it to beat when you squeeze and relax your grip. my body has charcoal foot prints upon it. my eyes have drowned in their floods.

and i would build me an ark. but there are no promises of rainbows from here on in.
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