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Feb 05, 2010
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you, by the minute
i lift my dinner forkyou shuffle your napkin parting its petals i spend words and hourscausual hours that would have else been spent alone here we walk in the cold and you tell me you feel the fadingof you, between workhome,and everyone else. your fleshy hand raisedup against the rest of your life.
— whitetea, Feb 05, 2010
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Pamela A. Lamppa
16 years 4 months ago
I feel the sadness in this
whitetea
16 years 3 months ago
Thankyou, I really do
weirdelf
16 years 3 months ago
that fleshy hand lingers so poignantly
whitetea
16 years 3 months ago
Yes, both. Good catch Jess.
orgami
16 years 3 months ago
i gotta rush out the door and by groceries
whitetea
16 years 3 months ago
Back pain is a bitch
Nicole Michaels
16 years 3 months ago
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seabhac
16 years 3 months ago
Beautiful sad imagery
whitetea
16 years 3 months ago
You’re spot on yes, all of
Seren
16 years 3 months ago
i lift my dinner fork you
talkingcat
16 years 3 months ago
the domestic, the little
Pamela A. Lamppa
16 years 3 months ago
Great imagery that brings your reader right there with you.