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SnapA Chapter by anaisbelieveBlood blinded inface sweep up thepieces of potterybroken useless scrapof mirror peered intothe image is flakingat one corner and iam not here anymores.. |
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Provincial LiesA Chapter by anaisbelieveI have been standing for lack of purpose in walking. I need to leave but where to go? The going is getting displeasured in uncertainty, god help me. I.. |
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Taste TestA Chapter by anaisbelieveI have been attracted to stranger objects, so do not get all giddy now. It is a perversity for me to touch what repulses me. It is a thing like a dise.. |
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from the dead seaA Chapter by anaisbelieveSomething about me seems quiety, insistantly wrong. The stain of the day lingers on my skin. In the bath I am afraid, listening for intruders.I intrud.. |
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Cello DrainedA Chapter by anaisbelieveLocked in a system of relief. I can not stop although I stop trusting the drug dealer to give me a good deal- or even to give me what drug I have aske.. |
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A Mirror is BornA Chapter by anaisbelieveI disolve the ego in water. I baptize the fire from the soul. See how it sizzles in the pan of conversion. See how the desperation is like an anacid, .. |
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The Eighth Grade Popsicle HouseA Chapter by anaisbelieveIlike the way my feet pad across the floor... the soft sound barely registering in my mind, but there anyhow-comforting. i snuggle the sounds in ears .. |
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You have my heart so don't hurt meA Chapter by anaisbelieveWater blossom heart a stain, which is the remnant of your name. before the change that wrecked the concentration, before all was lost in your pity mot.. |
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The Whisper CollectorA Book by anaisbelieve |
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Guilt GardenA Poem by anaisbelievei am here melting nectar born of my hands dripping down desperate how the times have turned on me and maybe i'll drop down in the riv.. |
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