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Jan 09, 2004 01:19

lead in water you hold all weight with me.

and the house smells to clean, like somebody cared too much.its polished. so i dont fit.

and the trees outside my window look like the trees i stared at in health class. but mine has this gaping hole where something tried to live. the other was too smooth, polished. the branchs reach like they want something that i am not ready to give up.
so i clinch and grind my teeth, knees hit floor, and hold on to the growing pit in my gut. i get ahold of the sutures tying sinews. the staples are time. and its laced with a name who once said baby was beautiful. its exercised by hearing all the things you have to say, baby hears all.

baby is all the things i feel to much.
baby is a war story where all your favorite characters have died.

baby will never be born. she is my treasure. i keep her safe by the length -of -an -arm.
and now this pillar_of_salt will hide baby. bc you never knew who her mother was.

(i will give my new ljname to friends soon)
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