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*VIVA VOCE.
07.30.03 @ 6:44 pm we are demolition lovers. we are picture-perfect. futile. used to be one of the beautiful ones but now you're just cheap. look your best/hair in a mess/talking trash/under your breath. i wish you'd unpack your bags and unclench your fists. stay a while. make yourself at home in me. this is the consumption of dignity. a conversation with you is like eating glass. it's an anchor tied around my heart and i can feel the pounding in my stomach. unfortunately there will never be a cure for your inconvenience. sincerely, this is my ghost. << >> SN–— M |