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[title] => blotting. . .
[time] => 2013-03-15 11:23:16
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[bodytext] => currently in the east. . . I lie, anemic surely, the poorest corpuscle. . . I am forgetful of all of this, at your feet meanwhile. . . a sensitivity is under attack. . . from somewhere deep inside scarce words expand, swelling their given pigment & stray towards the approximate wave-length range of 585-575 nano meters. . . very uncomplimentary. . . nearby. . . perforated memories punctuate inspirations of you the blues, surreal & tranquil. . . the left-overs of addiction smooth jazz, sans sultry syllables. . . some solemn slang-residue alternative, forsaken for now. . . silence, hmm. . . my old friend from this odd distance. . . we look like old lovers silently dancing a taboo waltz . . . evolving. . . on knees of apprehension emphasis on close enough deep inside. . . I find myself. . . searching for something less disturbing to turn to my love. . . beauty . . . is a summer of coping . . . of winding up mechanical smiles beauty. . . is shutting down . . . what lead us to love, dissolving lust. . . is a half year ago. . . weeping from the weight of obsession . . . obsessively beauty. . . is erasure on my notorious calendar of distress . . . is a tattoo of mercy on the sybaritical arm beauty. . .is a test . . . is a stunning grip on the bizarre in ineffectual color lust. . . is a well. . . hero on the brink of joy. . .disguised as a cult for self-preservation lonely. . . is outside the lines of defense . . .is the inside-out of ugly . . . is the road less traveled regret. . . is by passing gallery after sad gallery of minute, minuscule differences that scream inferiority into the flesh. . . into the sum & substance. . . into the small veins and tight seams what's left. . . is effortlessly mundane & channels itself. . . if casually possessed [comments] => 2 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 64 [informant] => elle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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