October 2010
11 posts
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quick question.
What if one morning you woke from this dream?
Oct 28th
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young love.
It was his dreams that tortured him most: his dreams contained her and so he feared sleep. The daylight brought no consolation either. Life in the sunlit city only reminded him of her every detail. The wind pushed through leaves like her sighs in the bluest shades of night. Laughter bounced from storefronts in blatant reminders of their love. Hard-heeled shoes faded from earshot like the memories...
Oct 27th
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Oct 23rd
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Oct 20th
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Oct 17th
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Oct 17th
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Oct 15th
1 note
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stay.
She puts her bra on first, just as pretense returns, because her chest contains her heart, which beats under naked skin. Her briefs are next, and she stands quickly to pull them on. She hugs herself. She has been exposed and exposure can bring pain. He is not the evil sort, just a man returning from the light of the bathroom. She is not herself in his mirror and cannot tell what is real. ...
Oct 13th
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decisions, decisions.
I can’t decide if I want much, much more or much, much less.
Oct 8th
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Oct 7th
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Oct 1st