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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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...Laura's Poem...
Rasta stripes weave
..............around her ankle,
binding her
..............in "was" and "when".
Each dot of India ink is hers,
..........each prick of the burnt needle
....................................a claim.
She has an accent
.....................I could drink;
I think it would taste like brandy.
The ball gets goosebumps
..................in hands like hers
hands with bitten nails
.......and razor blade curves.
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