I'm The Narrator, Yet This Story Sounds Old and Boring, by Tim Pozzi
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keep me in this...
hold
let me salivate
and wait
in disbelief
of this sudden
intrusive
truth
would it be?
formally accepted
if anything at all
was delayed,
dismayed
and dismantled.
something quivers,
you're still pulling...
all those splinters out
but they sting. |
Posted: 2007-03-28 05:24:34 UTC |
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2007-10-09 11:08:14 | jess |
wot the fuk?! |