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and lips pressed

that first day I think about it so often this fantasy is now more like remembering as if we have been there before and the memory of the event tangible daydream dustmotes floating golden through my mind every time I have said the word love before now was like I was searching for your name… Continue reading and lips pressed

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medusa hair snake

Cold blooded Needing the warmth of others to stay alive A fire grrl seemed perfect for your next victim Medusa hair Snake in the grass Monster heart You turned that fire grrl to stone Cracked and crumbling Frozen and cold Mind in two Two minds All she ever wanted was you You wanna talk about… Continue reading medusa hair snake

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phantom limb, mine

Today I lay in bed And watched the light outside my window fade Grey white clouds like wolf's fur So cold it felt like snow I hear my pack howling But I cannot get to them My brain or more accurately my meninges Ache and thud and ache My pia mater tells my arachnoid membrane… Continue reading phantom limb, mine

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flower, when plucked

Flowers need the Earth, the ground, to be flowers But the ground is still the ground without the flower The flower does remain the flower, when plucked. Once a pretty little thing to look upon, but soon wilting, dying. The ground doesn't need anything to be itself. It is always the ground. If someone asks… Continue reading flower, when plucked

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Lady and Lemons get nommed on the blogosphere

Being on the p-hone to each other, we decided to interview as a team, in tuxedos. Actually, Lemons is totes in her Panda PJs. Lady is always in a tuxedo. She sleeps in a tuxedo. She showers in a tuxedo. She is a neva naked, she doesn't believe in it. We have been nommed by… Continue reading Lady and Lemons get nommed on the blogosphere