tuesday, november 22, 2005 posted by Beatriz @ 8:24:00 AM edited: July 24, 2010 no stranger of the streets she played with matchsticks at 9 a malignant child with chronic issues is she? curiously asked why the moon stares and popped balloons at birthday parties til she outgrew her sunday dresses her tears never failed to show like any princess against an evil witch in every scab and forced afternoon naps her eyes, innocent but guile knew she was special or thought she was... and the world was kind enough to paint a picture, more than an ant's bite more than a needle prick no umbrella for unfortunate pours and with all its twists and spindle-like ride she is never the same. 
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That Crooked SmileThe occasional flashes take her back The jagged edges and walls that crack Seeps through bones and dyes to black Shadows that glide on the same track She dances with Time in a... more
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