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Thursday, March 29, 2007'♥

-pills -

She found herself alone on a cliff.
What stood before her was nothing.
Nothing but the sea that stretched beyond her wildest dreams.

She held her breath in awe.

Her eyes knew no sight that was as magnifique.
That spatial vastness intimidated her .
She couldnt bear to know that she was just a speck of dust against time.
Yet, it's that lure of nothingness that soothed her.

A man stood behind her.
Her vision blurred, as he walked towards her.
He spoke and she listened.
He held her hands and she obeyed.


She turned to him.
But she couldnt see the eyes of the stranger before her.
She pled to go home.
The man asked 'where? '
He was kind, she knew.
His voice held no malice, nothing like the ones she heard and knew.

But she lost the courage to speak.
she has failed to scale that fence of silence between them.
she couldnt break free,like always.

she was lost in this anteroom.

Her cellphone was ringing.
And.
She woke up.



5:21 PM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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