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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

DRIPPING

I have this sinking feeling of something that is bleeding. Dripping on the sombre floor. Always dripping: and not much more. It comes without warning on a black day of mourning. Dripping on the dusty floor. Always dripping: and not much more. My eyes turn scarlet red and safety turns to dread as I... Sign in to see full entry.

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