Sunday, September 13, 2009
In Tattered Pools Of Shrieking Glee Comments
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When will these new scars die-
They cannot possibly outlive me, the silent
Unmovable fantasies of a graveyard’s soul:
All the little jewels half remembered in her flesh;
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Callie Carroll
13 September 2009
' A fine young man utterly ruined' shall haunt me now. Some of us choose our own self-destruction, don't we?
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