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Monday, June 19, 2006

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the girl is no longer of high society
she swallowed her tongue and spewed inpropriety
shackeled to three and then two and then one
(a freedom that is too close to come)
her will on a platter for the vamps to feed
an altruistic reason to bleed
she awakens after years of slumber
to lightening bolts and crashing thunder
smashing her body into bits and pieces
the rush she was feeling finally releases
a moment in that her body was raptured
is the moment in that reality was captured
I AM THAT MOUSE
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