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On The Edge
written by Bloodfilledcinnabuns07:37 PM 2/14/05crumbeling mobility
brewing bitterness
with a ratteling breathe
of vulnerability.
creaking walls &
craking hourglasses.
doors shut, air is still,
water drys.
the room, it grows
dustier, colder,
darker, smaller.
as she sits,
decaying. |
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