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The Noise Of Trouble
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Hard Times
the embrace of modern concerns
squeezes me tight. i let go of her
waist, she squeezes harder. I can
hear her breathing heavier, my
back cracks as my ribs ready to
give way.
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