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socks and cat

4:00am musings...

Poor little voice, she has something to say. Something loud. Something shocking. Something that lives on the edge of freedom and fury. And her resonance forever entombed by those that endeavor to protect her.

Not afraid of the heat but of a silence so pervasive it splinters the mind into a million screaming fragments. It's as if releasing it would bring her so close to the fire that she would gladly embrace the bloom of flames just to let them lick her clean of her bonds and allow the wind to sweep the the truth, like ashes, free of captivity.

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THat is so incredibly beautiful!!!
sheesh!!!
i like your prose better than my bad poetry... =)
Wow. *Wipes sweat from brow*

Pshaw.

I say hello to you at the Merc and you say nothing.

Black Hawaiian shirt guy

Re: Pshaw.

I suck!!! :( Are you sure I heard you? Or perhaps I didn't recognize you and was like...oh he didn't mean me he must be talking to some one behind me.

But I still suck. I'm sorry!