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The Journal of Eli Skipp [071]
07/01/2010 10:00 p.m.
don't you dare poke fun at him, i swear, i'll respond in a shattered universe:
1. gently, courteously, repressfully, because negativity never helped a soul.
2. angrily, deftly, because you could cut diamonds on my tongue if'n the mood so struck --
he pulls out two glasses and asks if i'd like tea and i say 'if you chose two cups with me in mind,
then sure.' he wants to burrow every part of himself into every part of me, and wrap me up in his
gangly arms and knead at my feet with his broken toes, he presses & presses & presses.
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