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The night stand. The lawn chair
and beneath where I have buried
teeth. Me, you, and a sailor

without a name. Me, you, and
a half-eaten zebra in a room
of pale stains. Me, you, and a

heavy distance. A distance between
words and tongues. The clock
and his hands burning, skin

landing in a new home.
The night is in revered silence.
She hugs me hard and then closes the door.
©2010 ~Aadea
:iconaadea:

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twenty dollars to the first person to give me a good, hard slap

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:iconliltinggrace:
where has the favorite button disappeared to?
:iconthetaoofchaos:
i'll do it for free.


Me, you, and a

heavy distance. A distance between
words and tongues. The clock
and his hands burning, skin

landing in a new home.


staggering.

--
The world is an eraser for these words


- Jack Kerouac


joy is a height best measured from the depths
:iconaadea:
I'll pay you in graditude :)

You're comments are always here > :heart:
:iconmissjaggededges:
why would you want us to slap you out of this oh-so-creative flow? <3

--
"the caterpillar thought the world was ending, but then he turned into a butterfly." <3
:iconaadea:
:blush: :love:

because it's a whiny, slow flow
but :love: again
:iconmissjaggededges:
ah but whiny creative flows help you be fast and sparkly again. plus, they produce work like this :D
:love: :floating: :love: <3

--
"the caterpillar thought the world was ending, but then he turned into a butterfly." <3
:iconaadea:
:blowkiss: because you are very right!
:iconyouinventedme:
I'll give you a good hard smack (with lips!) :kiss:

--
one half of *ZombiesAteUs
:iconaadea:
I'll have to pay extra! :heart:

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