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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

The shivering flame
one on that single lonely lovely wick
Stampedes the darkness

And I above my body

Eye the eyes of the wall
The wood grain is itching,
fiending,
unabatedly for the release of that sweet sealant
to encompass our world in it's
liquid design.
Attached to the magnetism of solidity they never stand a chance.

Somberly I return
to the binds of my own bodily prison
I rise again and lick my lips
And lick my fingers
Saliva
A single touch

dark,

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