travesty. . .
Thursday, April 12, 2007evilness lie in wait. . .
v i l e l e x i s . . .
exists within the body of the one i love. . .
rusts of childhood memoirs. . .
youth ensnared. . .
to be in peter pan's pants
he settled in one. . .
insensitiveness consumes his
numb heart. . .
gullible, yet able. . .i long to
save and cradle his ambivalent self. . .juggling a schema
useless for a longing heart of mine. . .
s i l e n c e . . .
tomorrow is yet another misfortune. . .alas, i'm left with a heart to salvage. .
living in torment
is not an option. . .
ease me up. . .
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Wow! such post-modernist bitterness… everything is not a lie but the truth is damn malleable. Either that is a good thing or not depends on you. 
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Really moving. I can feel your pain. Hope you are alright madame. *hugs*
Posted by virus at April 13, 2007, 7:37 am