Thursday, March 6, 2008

How To Make A Motocrossbirthday Cake

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scratched the walls with her nails without a sound and the window open and the light of September so sweet, so raw.
and I just skin, a shell with no bones, muscles, nerves, blood
immersed in the empty space that takes your breath

I just wanted to get out and run away but I remained motionless, leaning against the couch, waiting for the rain to wash away all

everything is gone, there has never been



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