Wednesday 7/04/2012 01:11:00 AM

Broken storms turn colors in her fist. It's the end of the world. Again and again. Swimming in fingers. Drowning in lips. A bridge of twelve dimenions. Divisible by only one. Colored paper craves white pencils. Snagged ribbon demands scissors.

the evolution of consent. conditions of when. undressed by time. raped by the moment. portions of universe small enough to envy. thunder. the existing storm. fingerprints on the glass insist we're getting closer.

the pain is colorful. A perpetual surrender. as beautiful as it is lonesome. the pain is ambitious.

trinkets and traitors. like the skin on water. Erupting with breath.

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