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Chair rocked back against the bricks two splashes of blue glossed over and steady trained on Frost’s luminary clock the two all too often paired dwelling together on the cost of time smoke from the cigarette at her lips dances off and up into the sky. A half bottle of grinning intoxication held fast between her thighs, nagging at the edge of her vision for attention. The moon has often made for her, a poor date but with the tools of inebriation close at hand a deep wound quickly sinks to a dull ache from a dull ache to a mild consideration and finally forgotten, until the moon falls again from the sky. with this she thoughtful twists the cap back onto the bottle. coherent enough to tell her date “Best to save some for tomorrow night” the moon seemed to give its silent approval.
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Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 2:42 PM UTC
Monday Night
Chair rocked back against the bricks two splashes of blue glossed over and steady trained on Frost’s luminary clock the two all too often paired dwelling together on the cost of time smoke from the cigarette at her lips dances off and up into the sky. A half bottle of grinning intoxication held fast between her thighs, nagging at the edge of her vision for attention. The moon has often made for her, a poor date but with the tools of inebriation close at hand a deep wound quickly sinks to a dull ache from a dull ache to a mild consideration and finally forgotten, until the moon falls again from the sky. with this she thoughtful twists the cap back onto the bottle. coherent enough to tell her date “Best to save some for tomorrow night” the moon seemed to give its silent approval.
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Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 2:42 PM UTC
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