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Post by Phoenixx on Jan 9, 2008 19:17:09 GMT -5
When once they were a solace to be sought within your arms, now they too have deserted you. Even within my dreams I cannot be vulnerable with you anymore. Even within my fantasies, beneath the dusky backgrounds of my closed lids, I cannot paint you without the brustrokes of damnation, I cannot articulate without the whiplas of a tongue forked and split in anger and hate. The oiled suppleness coated in the smoothness of affection has dried, cracked amongst the desert of my desertion.
I miss who you used to be. Who you are I dont even like.
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Post by goods on Jan 9, 2008 19:37:21 GMT -5
::speechless::
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