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Friday, August 29, 2008

Bruised

The story below this ("Harsh Kisses") reminded me of this drawing and poem that I wrote a few months ago (sometime around Valentine's Day, before I started using this blog and was confined to the prison of Myspace).


"Bruised"

Sitting on the edge of his bed,
And he can't even tell,
That what she wants
Is a heart-shaped bruise
Outlining her lips.

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