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untitled - a distorted venture
of this twisted universe

Date: 2007-10-22 23:24
Subject: untitled
Security: Public
Music:Dashboard Confessional - Age Six Racer
Tags:original work, poetry

I breathe.


There’s            nothing

in my mind

but                   the image of

a little girl

in a washed-out,

pale blue dress –

water dripping from her braids

and smudges-that-taste-precisely-like-chocolate





the dimples that come

with her impish grin.


Her front teeth are missing,

but her mouth is open wide –

in surprise?


I do not know.


I do not know.


I do not know.

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November 2007