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Saturday, October 3, 2009
1:27
I like a heavy scotch glass
rum, coke
the absent stillness marrying frantic silence
and wrapped in a blanket of foam liquor insulation
Real emotions actually rise for once
but bloom too early, never reach the surface
fade
I'm indescribably grey again
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Rebecca Cairns
June 27, 2011 at 10:56 PM
I'm indescribably grey again.
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