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Sep. 15th, 2005 @ 06:14 pm she bleeds
from the cracks beneath the right hand's dirty, grimy, bitten-down finger nails,
and is very cold tonight.
when she was younger, she asked questions that had answers,
and so believed,
that the vampire games we all play with the windows when we're afraid,
were ended-eternal stalemates-at dawn.
now she knows. and fears the sun as well.
cancer swelling up, three times the charm.
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The Glow For the Duchess
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Date:September 16th, 2005 01:59 am (UTC)
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oh friend, no, not cancer again.
the fangs are clip-ons but they've been sworn to lie about it.
I've evidence.
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