Fighting for you-
is the trickiest kind of love...

Sound waves flash their tongues of steel,
operating off of signals...

.
As deeply as I receive your warmth...

.
Writers feel the need to escape reality...

She said she wants to get away.
I didn't ask "where...

It's quiet here with you
when the world outside, and in my mind...

I chase his name
upon a railway...

.
I am held...

I don't know how my actions
become moderated by my wishes...

Does he know I lay on piles of thorns
from roses I've held too close...

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Breathing...

(January 27, 2011...