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Wednesday, August 15, 2007'♥

- triple decker sandwich-

it doesnt feel like before.

it doesnt trigger temporal bouts of farcical euphoria or instances of fleeting bliss.
it doesnt seem probable of inducing any writhing,juvenile,emotional spasms for both either.

this time around, it 's more beautiful.

decked and wedged;
the conscience plays a game of strip poker.

but it sure doesnt feel like a gamble .
it doesnt feel like having a heart blinded ,and plunged into the abyss,commonly aggrandized and known as love.

this time around, it feels safe.

hardened ; but not the cynic.
to have grown, to acknowledge of what she can only see, and do, of what her senses may( have chosen?) to reign and control.
she embellishes,and cherish what's left of her, and what's entrusted in her palms.


this time round,she found.

12:15 AM








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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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