| Tuesday, February 27, 2007 |
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There she was Dripping in dots and stripes; Love and hate; Big and small, Bloodstained tears Piercing eyes dark as bile; Rumpled hair of jagged lengths, The thinnest lips; The sinless tongue Twenty years and still, She stood... A frigid statue Under the rain Waiting... Waiting for the cold that never comes. Liberated at 9:13:00 PM | | |
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