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    Thursday, April 30, 2009


    Product of their sanity

    spitfire in my chest and a hole where my heart used to be

    the days come back slowly sometimes when you don’t need them to

    and fall like waves upon sand.

    no sugar coating on these words.

    no sweetness in it

    yet so tasteful it lingers on my taste buds

    that sweet smoke is hibernating in my lungs relaxing every nerve wrapped around these shaking hands

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