a spontaneous burn,
the desultory yearning for yesterday.
the moments spent searching for oneself aside a porcelain throne,
closely followed by endless nights where it seems the sun will never shine.
the desire for an extinct answer.
three teared tantrums.
everything is alive.
3/26/10
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Posted by delanie at 10:47 PM
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