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Created on 2005-06-16 22:55:47 (#7454832), last updated 2008-04-21

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Name:Maria
Birthdate:05-31
Location:Colombia
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I thought i could get somewhere by chewing on the wood separating you from me. But it's times like these that make my mind snap back into perspective. I know we'll end up holding hands in the park like lovers do. So i'll give my teeth a rest, tonight, but i'll give my tongue a run for it's money. From here until the sunrise. And in the twilight where my eyes find rest from this heavy sleep, we'll taste of skin.


There's a wind painting itself on my face, a paint that is so unfriendly, so opposing to my skin. The lights bounce like people all holding their hands in the air. it reminds me of our favorite movie, the one that is still so unforgiving to my intellect. My eyes are bolted to the ground while morning rolls his heavy body over to look at me. His tactics are slow and painful, and for some reason i disregard this and still choose to breathe in that sky. That sky that tastes like nothing and everything. that tastes like you, that tastes like me. That tastes like a liar, or a lover. Right before the world hits me with it's heavy body, you wrap legs and arms in the blankets, or our blankets.


Like the time i promised you we'd keep these eyes illuminated. Our failures make for great words. Our failures make for great love songs and re-introductions. It sounds like having the same experience over and over. But it tastes like emptiness, or it tastes like cotton between you, between me. It all depends on atmospheric pressure, and academic promises. Fresh from the start i beg your eyes and legs. I'll hold your spine in a steady stance as we soak our faces in that paint. How gold your skin looks, and how our feet tell the sunrise that he can not kill us. And oh how I can bare the squint. How i can bare the light making my skin hurt.


These days your fists don't find reason to shake at the sky. These days the light doesn't distress my body. And we'll last happy until the twilight fades. It looks and sounds like a slow motion rewinding of our favorite film. Then and there we will find ourselves bare. Then and there we will find ourselves as the only sources of light. And there we will turn bright red and burn out.

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