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Rotates
By leluna
On the edges of the straps, the skin is purple and blue. Glimpses of green and yellow from previous episodes. She rotates her wrists, the pain is an old comfort. She doesn't clearly remember why she is here this time. She rotates her wrists. Therapy doesn't help. She waits for the right medication cocktail, and rotates her wrists.
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© 2005 leluna
Published on Friday, November 11, 2005.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Wednesday, January 18, 2006, Johny_D_Lewis
(467)
wrote:
a cutter, in which no one can help, what i got out of it
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On Friday, December 9, 2005, MESUN
(230) wrote:
now that, is diabolicly wonderful. some silent power in it provoked the sadist in me to smile.
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On Sunday, November 13, 2005, manywalks
(750) wrote:
This was....distrubingly pleasant to read. ~ mw
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On Friday, November 11, 2005, veingo
(533) wrote:
Wow, you've dug your claws into my attention. Will there be more to this one? ^V^
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