sometimes i feel like my macbook is my life.
Sunday 29 May 2011
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Tuesday 11 January 2011
write about sunday afternoon
She didn’t examine her body for bruises, or not until sunday afternoon,
standing in a shaft of sunlight, dust illuminated, her skin covered in downy hairs
-lifting as her fingertips brush by- caressing the purlpegreenblue of that night,
bared teeth and curled lip, sprawled, she remembers,
it doesn’t matter where the lace is worn what matters is where you bruise.
Saturday 1 January 2011
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