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just a collection of random little bits of really not-quite-poetry that due to the randomness don't fit into the chronology or general aspect of mini thoughts. M is just a warning for future might happen pieces.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Poetry - Chapters: 3 - Words: 127 - Reviews: 5 - Updated: 12-11-08 - Published: 11-25-08 - id: 2600663
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Stroke my insecurities
between finger and thumb.
Your skin's like velvet,
soft and gentle upon my
emptiness. I'm feeling,
am I not? Numbness and
heartbreak go hand in
fist; you can't hide from
the hurt, but you can
hurt from hiding- loneliness
is unbecoming when it
shows itself in empty grasp,
runny nose and ugly
bloodshot eyes. Insecurities.
11/12/08
16:10
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