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Tuesday, November 13, 2007'♥

-to be sabbatically dressed - i am just human.-

today, she sits alone in his room.

she writes a story of a shared space of a man and woman.

//she -whose dirty laundry is always strewn above his, on the floor.//
//she,whose creams,ointments,eau de toilette innocuously claimed new territories in his stash of comics,toy robots,bulletshells of his military misadventures.//
// her toothbrush ,battered and bruised with loose bristles, now stands,proud and victorious, in the same green mug as his in the bathroom.//
//her lingerie and his CK-s which, now, share the intimacy of their new stranger in the same drawer.//

and

//perhaps how he secretly deleted photos of expired loves knowing how small and insiginificant they make her feel beneath.//



she is . just human.



for all that he does to allay her fears, do know that, she knows, and she is thankful.

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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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