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January 30, 2011
The hard reality of the crease she made, swelling a serene violence on the petal of her angular smile turned inside out, she walked with a bristling quiet, rocking that savage clap of heels on her lover's patience, derailed in the cool off kisses forged in sluggish shadows...how I can see you dancing, even now after all your instinctual death, naked to the child erected as memorial, a crystalline heart beating till it's raw in my mouth...I found that evil was a convenient goodness collapsing to the nostalgic cover collection, there you could be easily and distinctly heard.