If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Hellbound

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Saturday, January 30, 2010

Hellbound

Silly little girl with dreams in her hair, twirled in the curls goin nowhere on a train bound for anywhere, walking sin city, full of mercy yet so unforgiving. She licks her lips, seems to forget just one more hit could be it… or might just do the trick. Baby's home crying. Momma’s out trying. Maybe... Sign in to see full entry.

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