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undefinedshe moves with the tragic grace of thirteen years of definition. now i recognize the motions now i see the steps like i've not seen in half a decade, since before the origin of my own definition. she jerks and flows in the old patterns, those that awoke me, made me (see and feel and learn) know i was me, unknown before, now shown clear by lack of definition. undefined, i drew my lines and never thought... every time this creature "i" defied, she fell behind and paid the cost, burn by burn, for my ungrateful definition.undefined
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scribblei shade and i scratch and one day this scribble will be good enough for you, the lines and coloured places mixed with blank spaces will one day resemble something beautiful and rare. so until that time when i've your world and mine, and his and theirs and the twitch and twist of my hand, i mournfully sketch this fever in poor aspect and attribute: charcoal, ink, and too much paper spent on near-wasted youth.scribble
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particularthe way i miss you is unreal. the though occurs to me that you won't feel the same, but it's bizarre that i don't care. happy thinking's gotten easy i forget that the particulars in particular that confuse the issue of us get in my way and the particulars that i prefer, in particular, to remember float to the forefront. the ache i feel and don't feel in your absence is unreal. only a candlemark's turn away and all i think isn't particularly clear on where we are in relative geographic positions particularly when all i thinkparticular
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dont forget mei don't know what i say; i do this solely for me and only for you; i'll burn my conciousness when i'm through; i'm all too wasteful and eager: all the ink and paper wasted on you. -i'll burn it- this time the lighter touches cancer instead of spreading it, this time so many fires, supposed to relight (to do right, wrong or right) -- a postcard or a picture. two days is all it takes to know. and i wonder what she's doing now, my pretty dark-eyed one, across the sea in anodont forget me
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I don't think I've ever seen that before.... *coughs*
Anway as I was about to say... HI!
1. you rock. Anyone who goes like that about my gallery might well be slightly derranged... But it's not as if I'm complaining too much so
2. I'm going to take a look around your gallery shortly, though right now I have the pressing matter of a university applications statement to be getting on with... So I'm a leetle busy.
3. Gofer.
4. SQUEE!!!! ----> -----> SLYTHERIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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it's ok, it was traumatic, but it's over and now therapy can begin
I still have you on my list. Sorry about the long wait.
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...and yes, i am slightly deranged, heh heh; thank you for noticing.
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