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Saturday, November 26, 2011

saltwater

it's strange to have your salty tears wetting my cheek and stinging my skin. what does it mean to expose the back of a tapestry? to let the curtain rise before all is ready or to let the curtain fall just a little too late? to let the guts of you spill and bleed into me. this sadness. it is mine whenever it is yours.
Posted by lillian at 8:39 AM
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Labels: fear, love, silence, tears
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