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throughout the autumn gale the bottle on the sill reverberates flashing storms into the room minute blue sparks of our crackling encounter let fly ice blades to pierce deeply maim not **** harsh words flying as wet leaves torn away slap against the window the storm  passing we asked why *yes, I know I said but you said what I meant was you've got it all wrong but I know you so well what gives you the right to assume you know how I feel all right SORRY as if you meant it and anyway what was all that about* reflections darkly subsiding taste remains raw resonance of anger in a dark pulse inside the blue glass bottle
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
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throughout the autumn gale the bottle on the sill reverberates flashing storms into the room minute blue sparks of our crackling encounter let fly ice blades to pierce deeply maim not **** harsh words flying as wet leaves torn away slap against the window the storm  passing we asked why *yes, I know I said but you said what I meant was you've got it all wrong but I know you so well what gives you the right to assume you know how I feel all right SORRY as if you meant it and anyway what was all that about* reflections darkly subsiding taste remains raw resonance of anger in a dark pulse inside the blue glass bottle
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sheila-craig
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
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