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version 2.2
...self indulgence...
...livejournal...
...poetry & artwork...
...friends...
...randomalia...
...rpg excursions...
...leave me alone...
...back where you started...
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...Birthday...
Lin is easing Chinese
...............characters down my body.
The words bite their way
..........across my face, zig and zag
..........and spreading black pool.
She giggles and fills my lips.
Later we will scrape
.........the frosting from the cake,
.........leave smudged white icing
..................on our noses, in the curls
.........that fall into our faces.
Later we will play Red Rover,
...............and she will dance up and down
..........the line, charming the snake
..........of third grade bodies;
...............making it hiss and undulate.
But now her quill pen is waltzing
.....around she-- the tongue.
The feather is braiding itself
...................into the red of my hair.
Two drops of ink spill
...............down my neck--
................(a place that makes me nervous
.................when she presses too hard....)
Lin, the forest.
Lin, the pool.
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