Wednesday, December 26, 2012



Full- Like a moth to flame or a familiar lock and key. We place effort in and later battle out. Every little detail with one foot out the door. Returning every night to demonstrate another rite. These limited possibilities made to save one life. Only one. Completely full. We do it anyway. Its perfectly regrettable and impossibly forgettable. She's not the lucky one. I am.

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