Black As My Soul: Poetess,

July 31, 2005

I have always treasured the few glimpses you have gifted me with. I always want for more.

You know that.

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Your words are full of pain.

Part of me wants to take it from you. To take you to a place where it can't reach you, even if only temporarily…

I don't know you that way at all.

But I wonder how your hair would feel in my fist. If your eyes would open wide. If that would reach you.

Would you feel it?

Would you feel the pain for me?

Because pain can be a beautiful friend—but you have to feel it.

Will you?

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BlackBook Magazine No 39, Summer 2005, Page 112. Photograph like some you’ve taken.

[+] Posted by Sinner, who was transgressing at the time (July 31, 2005 1:57 AM) by speaking evil. [+]