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12-16-2003 05:44 PM |
closing her eyes, the tear stole the momentum and raced to her ear.
It was one of many, of that dark night falling to sunrise.
meeting the tear first were the insults still raging- bitch. slave. whore. you mean everything to me. you mean nothing. salt on the open wounds, her entire being curled onto itself, protecting what should have scarred over long ago.
the tear glides past, water falling off the back of wings.
mere raindrop in the storm, love. nothing that can sink anything. well, turkeys perhaps- but that's because they don't know what hits them, so they look up and leave their mouths open. learn from the turkeys, dear- keep your mouth closed when you look up to see what hit you.
closing her eyes, the smile stole the momentum and raced to her heart.
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