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excruciating
By anaksunamun
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She shys away from the glass , and its unbearable silvering. She darks
her
lips and her fence of teeth. His fist against her feels tranquil.
Covering the mirrors, so death can not find them again. And what of all
this still spinning inside? Your soft breathing in is precious
and makes me forget something ; the way you drown a man here in your mouth.
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Copyright 2015 anaksunamun
Published on Thursday, April 23, 2015.
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On Tuesday, January 2, 2018, Cassette
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wrote:
"She darks her lips and her fence of teeth. His fist against her feels tranquil." this line; wow. covering the mirrors reminds me of the concept with sitting shiva; mourning.
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On Wednesday, July 8, 2015, Magdalena
(615) wrote:
Missing you little lady and your captivating writing. I keep a candle in the window and light it when it is dark.
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On Thursday, April 23, 2015, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
" His fist against her feels tranquil." - holy cow, that line was casually brutal. I also like the notion of covering the mirrors so death can not find them. Excellent piece! Ciao, T/S
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A former member wrote:
Very unique and interesting.
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