Saturday 5/26/2012 12:47:00 AM

Small choices. skin like spiders.

shallow cuts betray. the very nature of intimacy.

the world must end the same way this does. in a frenzy of impotent decisions.

foul with taste of want.

the scream of the dolls as they wake from their dream. stranded in a world without thieves.

her eyes upside down. like distant smiles. waiting on the enemy.

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