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The Hand, Remorse

Eileen is sitting at the café entry side Big table Unfocused It is around sunset The blue is mixed With darkness I went out To take breath of smoke My ultimate ****** For Five minutes Two cigarettes in a row Three times. An attempt to swallow Eileen's face.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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Date: 5/1/2009 2:05:00 PM
Now that's honesty! Strong write! Laura :)
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