black market romance

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By <center>opalescent.</center>

at first i thought it was just because of the 'gifts' that you gave me the silly little paper square escapes i believed could save me the smooth orange pills that when swallowed gave me chills and if i waited soon enough i would be shaking from the thrills and i took those gifts with pride as they lasted through the night into those empty party bedrooms that, when crashing, make me cry but somehow, with distorted time i saw theres more to our torn lives we can make each other laugh we can love or we could die in the palm of your hand im resting my frail life i tell myself it is a lie that real emotion is no high but still i slip into the fractal architecture of your life

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January 19, 2006 23:37. QUEENIE .

this is excellent, i can really connect with it. I did E a couple of times .. and such and, yeah. props.

January 24, 2006 18:07Faith

Whoa... well done, yet there's a lingering sadness. I wish i could help in some way...