November 30, 2008
By Deni Dimitrova, Tampa, FL

Your thoughts entangled on the insides of your words,
almost digesting them,
so that every letter was strangled, and gasping for breath.
And i understood everything you said,
as each lasting second stood by.

I tried to set aside your fiery apologies, and quiet talks down,
so my words could breathe, so my letters would find yours.

But that inevitable smoke, found its way to your throat, choked through your chords, and left marks behind,
visible, and growing on your body.

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on Dec. 8 2008 at 5:18 pm
one word........ AWESOMENESS!! i love it...

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