Influx-Outflux
my prosthesis
Friday, December 12, 2008
anything for you, still.
shine was all she said
shine.
and then he scrunched up his eyes
so all he saw were dots
and clenched his fists
so his fingernails dug into his palm
and that vein in his forehead and
neck popped out.
he couldnt do it.
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