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timmy
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| Joined: | Fri Jun 9th, 2006 |
| Location: | Oz, Minnesota USA |
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Posted: Wed Aug 6th, 2008 10:50 pm |
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She sits in the far leather
chair, scars visible on her
bare arms
She tells me she is white
shouldered, like Venus
De Milo
Her scars came after
she got stoned and lost
her head
We come to this place
on Wednesday evenings
and write for ten minutes,
usually in quietly spoken
syllables
Her words, in contrast, are like fire,
imploring everyone to run toward
the exits
We sit and listen to her private
alphabet and imaginary vowels,
trying to understand how her now
time feels like all the same hours
and minutes she spent cutting
her arms
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