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Tuesday, January 25, 2005

(A rough draft) Innocence Captured

I push back the curtains to find There is no sun here, just dead trees With long branches, bony fingers Wanting to scratch my skin Make me bleed, so I can feel Anything but the cold tile Beneath my dirty feet, blue And black, like the bruises left By your massive hands, tough When they should have... Sign in to see full entry.

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