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Jan 2014
Killing me.
that's what you're doing.
making parallels.
using parallels.

take those parallels.
scrunch them up.
wrap them up in your fist
call them your own
keep them warm in your hand
in your safety
drive them secretly insane.
your innocence.
my mind.

take your squiggled straight lines.
reapply them.
that's what you're really doing to me.
(killing becomes "kissing" when you "scrunch" the l shapes (the parallels))
Written by
katie  Scotland
(Scotland)   
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