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Sunday, November 18, 2007

Pit

She said, "there is no bottom
and you have to choose
to turn around and drag yourself back up."
bloody fingers and all, i guess.

and i'd rather ruin this perfect manicured life than
slip further into the places you want me to go.

funny, pits are deep and dark
and hold the seeds of life inside
you just have to point them to the sky
and watch them grow.
Posted by Amanda at 10:11 AM

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