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2005 20 October :: 1.24am
manipulated by a sweet smoke and orgasms.
i like to walk on cold grass.
and
i smile under my breath.
i've played truth or dare before. i've been burned.
i know damage control.
so crawl back out of these lips. there's no need to taste you.
my eyes may be green.
but. my eyelashes have kept them hidden.
perfectly.
white smoke and "that thing" i do will sit.
perfectly. on that mind.
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2005 14 October :: 7.00pm
dressed to kill with nowhere to go but over the rainbow. But we never made of habit of the usual. So with burnt tights and cloves on our breath we defend our reputaion of wonder and all conclusions ending with a smile. All night we recreated the resurrection of life with our compassionate coated smiles and forgiving laughter, knowing we all have useless baggage. We realized, graced with our imaginations, we can start anywhere and get far enough to know what happy means. Lacking direction but contagious with ambition we burned that night among the stars and let our consious state fade into the background while raw personalities flashed along with my camera. Taking tiny hidden jokes in still frames. Off beat music breathing our exact mood. We are going to get far from here. Promises made in our heads with no intention of ever looking back. Tonight screamed the words that we all longed to hear all our lives...."we were made to matter."
old school...
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2005 14 October :: 1.48am
i want to peel myself off your lips again. smiling through passionate kisses. my face reacting to the thought of your hand on my thigh. i can't believe a year went by and this is how i taste.
those eyes, those blue, blue eyes.
you forgot the way i hide my smile. and bite my nails. and wrap my feet up so they don't cold.
i always like pancakes for breakfast. and the occasional pull onto your chest. i'd find my spot in the crook of your neck. i can feel the warm breath on my head.
that's what love feels like.
please remember me.
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2005 13 October :: 12.36am
midnight soft lips. the content of this subject is sharper than the words you've perfected with that trained tongue. i don't play truth or dare anymore, we've lost the face of that innonence beneath ashes and bottles. i thought you would never forget the way my eyes shifted when my face got hot. hot, remember. eyelashes running away, my eyes always gave way to my brilliance. secret and hidden in every imperfection. that's what made me perfect in mittens and frost bitten hair. i've always liked the cold better. warming up my lips before they tremble off all the heat.
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2005 8 October :: 2.20pm
my tongue is dry.
i can't write anymore about our legacy. don't take offense. my heart is just too heavy.
squinted eyes and tired streets. we got so lost.
the streets all looked the same.
perfectly planned chaos in all those crazy lamp stores.
i have a solution.
we'll stay there forever.
sleep in tents in cozy groves lulled by forgein flutes.
let the air get the small town out from beneath our fingernails.
we'll sell sunglasses.
bigger than our own eyes.
somewhere i fell between the cracks.
don't look back.
my taste gets bitter after a while.
i want you to always smile.
and be proud of those freckles.
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