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11/29/2003 03:26 p.m.
Make the incision.

Slice, slick beneath the milk
film that holds Otherworld
distant.

On my most neon nights it
creeps over the cotton
skies, seeking sugared
crags of synapse in
frosted darkness

Visits here always blesscurse.

Ambassador. I nestle
in stellar garlands
before your marbled
feet, your bladed
fingerbreeze draws garnet
beads, cuts crimson rivers
on my open, ever returning
smile.

Who knew masochism was so fun, Delilah? Oh please, just
Twist my broken limbs one more time, so that I may never
leave.
I am currently Odd
I am listening to 4am - OLP