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BruiseThe bruise on my arm grows darker each day. / Death is just below the surface. / Yellowing and turni
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Aug 4, 2012
DepthShadows play off of the dark, cold walls. / Vertical lines perpendicular to this young face / Only m
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Aug 3, 2012
Rainy SlumberThe rain falls. / Tapping at my window. / Welcoming me. / Catching a glimpse of my adolescent face i
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Aug 4, 2012
The Future is HistoryBoiling water concealed only by imagination. / Oil oozing from a bloated shell. / I'm afraid of forg
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Aug 3, 2012
TidesScuffing shoes slowly make their way towards a hazy destination. / A few jokes break the relaxing si
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Aug 3, 2012
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