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O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!


Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com

I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.


Wednesday, January 18
We ate pomegranates in the tub, wearing just our underwear, water up to our knees. I wore white; I thought it would be appropriately symbolic. The red orbs burst when we squeezed them, smearing on our hands and faces. I said they looked like blood clots from my first period. He said something about sex.

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Praise is a disgrace. We brought him to the park on Saturday. He humped every man-made phallic erection; broke his heart over a bitch who didn't want him. She wore red that grew gold wings. Falsified angel.


12:49:00 am


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