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*VIVA VOCE.
06.07.03 @ 3:36 pm i breathe in the rainy air to drown out my lungs, so i scream more clearly, more dramatic, more painfully. and when the emotion pours out of my mouth and my pen, drops of ink proceed down my cheeks. i'll kiss this letter on its seal as i drop it into the box. so by the time you read it my scent will still be there but my presence is in the air. and i'd like to think that you'll do just fine (keep your head up theres so much more to life). i'm just a wound being nursed by your kiss; but in this letter i'll contain "its not your fault, i love you even when i'm gone". i find more truth in withering flowers and eroded soil. my life is nothing but a stand in for someone's big picture. i'll get none of the credit.....they'll take the fame..... you are the perfect song in the shape of a woman. << >> SN–— M |