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Thursday, June 21, 2012


you cupped my misery in your hand and threw it into my face, splashing me like cold water. 
Buck up you said, the world's a bucket full of shit
breathing in its tangy stench I rejoiced that I had something worth breathing, 
I blinked.
you took my hand, interlaced fingers. One misery-drenched, both tearstained.
suddenly we became Wemy. us. ours.
I faltered. slipped away. unbent my knees.
No thank you I said,soft crescendo.

you smiled, your teeth filing into points while I watched.

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