The Girl Who Can't Drive

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Saturday, November 03, 2007

Untitled.

Untitled.

A shadow of the past...

Or not?

Illusions...

Maybe?

Look, past the Face,

The Neck—

That gentle swell beckoning. Quivering.

Dainty fingers tracing—

Pressing. Squeezing. Suffocating.

Nails

Digging into velvet.

The wounds are fresh.

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