Thursday 2/14/2008 01:20:00 AM

Thighs like canvas unpainted. The whispers of her dress concealing what had always shown. Liars like poets making the worst things beautiful. Come paint the cage. Making it your home. Name the claws that cut you. Take notes. This is test material.

Choosing her lipstick in shades of revulsion. Save me because I deserve it. Wrtie to all my lies and tell them the party is tomorrow. Gifts are optional.

Warn the snake, it's a thin corruption. I have so much more to learn of betrayal.

Teach me.

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