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empty
Contributed by
amsy
on
Tuesday, 22nd March 2005 @ 06:19:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Empty language related, blank stares swept under my arms. The seams of my pants are coming undone, and so is my hair. I read the lips of a gentleman. Expressions made are not his own. They belong to his guest, who belongs to no one. My shoes are scuffed, and so are my knees. The words are shallow I will hold onto them tightly.
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amsy
... [
2005-03-22 18:19:03] (Date/Time posted on
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