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Thursday, October 17, 2013

friction

The frictions of night bleed the fictions from me But not the need

Freed to spill out in spells the fictional Blood tongues new trails of a milky blue

It spills them out It speaks them Silken roads to take me They walk me where more fictions pool

Wells of words dipped into with a diction so precise I can't not believe the lies
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