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Sep 20, 2007
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ocular
your face is always in the cold.
i run away when your eyes turn to
meet me, because the iridescent
hesitance of your pain shoots outward
like weeping hieroglyphs etched with eyelashes.
i’m afraid to grasp for you,
eaten by the crocodile calm of the days.
Comments
IKnowNoBox
18 years 7 months ago
Crocodile Calm
Mark
18 years 7 months ago
Such as it is
Frost Smith
18 years 7 months ago
Understanding VS. Decerning
weirdelf
18 years 6 months ago
I shiver
Mark
18 years 6 months ago
OK Done Meditating
RSScheerer
18 years 2 months ago
you've given me a perspective