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My Stories

  • Exhale. Flesh.
    Be rough with me. / Cut fingers that strip away fleshes identity and (take a breath) / come with me. / Come to an abyss of oblivion where my pulsating purple lip convulses into crescents of forgotten yesterdays,
    100 words, 3 comments, June 23, 2008. In Other

My Poetry

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  • crap for now
    I cant write with a numb pen.
    a pen that refuses to feel my pinching caress when I ink blot
    100 words, February 23, 2008
  • Birth
    Rape / I spill ink like you drip melodies / Trotting on sharp ridges / Waiting to bleed / rhythm / That flows freely through a stream / Of
    <100 words, 4 comments, June 10, 2007
  • Birth
    Rape / I spill ink like you drip melodies / Trotting on sharp ridges / Waiting to bleed / rhythm / That flows freely through a stream / Of movement. / Hips convulse / While we… / gyrate c
    <100 words, June 10, 2007

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  • crap for now at allpoetry
    I cant write with a numb pen. a pen that refuses to feel my pinching caress when I ink blot
  • Birth at allpoetry
    Rape / I spill ink like you drip melodies / Trotting on sharp ridges / Waiting to bleed / rhythm / That flows freely through a stream / Of movement. / Hips convulse / While we… / gyrate c
  • Birth at allpoetry
    Rape / I spill ink like you drip melodies / Trotting on sharp ridges / Waiting to bleed / rhythm / That flows freely through a stream / Of movement. / Hips convulse / While we… / gyrate c

Guest Book

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  • brittie on November 3, 2008
    hey,
    you'll be happy to know that I've continued writing my vampire story. Sorry it's been so long!

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