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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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...The Taste of Bitterness...
You send me flowers
..............for the thorns;
fill my glass with bitter absinthe.
Your touch is caullused
........and somewhere within you
....there is an emptiness that I crawl into,
.that I draw around me
......until I ache for breath.
.We crush
....the petals of the flowers
........in our cold
...........and angry love;
become drunk on pale green clouds.
Your touch is searing;
your tongue is wormwood.
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