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*VIVA VOCE.
04.17.03 @ 3:25 pm we were soldiers of the rising tides back then, on those nights when my head would throb from silence and my fingers would wrinkle from the smog. we were the invincible ones; untouchable peasants to those in their shiny bmws and flashy jewelry but it didn't matter because we were so alive and they were so blind. it's days like these i'd cherish;;; 10 hours between sun up and sun down and all the time in the world to waste away however the hell we deemed fit. the air tastes so cold nowadays and the sun is too weak to relive precious moments like those. so we sit by the crescent moon's light and converse with lips sewn shut and eyelids glued tight and wait for a miracle to occur. these days treat us like the infected wounds we really are..... scabs crawl over but i can't help being ill at the sight of you. the heat is like a bandage and its lips taste so cold. germs seep through unsealed pores: close your eyes and let the fever bring you home to better days. << >> SN–— M |