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on nosebleeds

That palm-smeared red flower blossoming down your fingers; reminding you of when tying shoelaces was an accomplishment. When falling down wasn't a blessure, but a scrap - a prize worthy of adhesive and swift kiss. It is the instinct to lean back and (*) give yourself an aneurysm. *swallow; to take back what was once yours.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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