Sunday 8/12/2012 01:53:00 AM

her voice. broken glass. insects on the ladder. as the roof sneaks away from us. tired stories. fetid narrators. short of words.

icecubes dress her. needles bend. the dirtier the vein the cheaper the tourniquet. soft dolls with smudged faces. crayon arms and gasoline souls. numbers to yell at the window. soiled curtains. let the world in too soon.

wolves unzipping from their sheep. hollow pants. empty blouses. numerous gods to be found.

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