January 31, 2010
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The blood honey moistens my lips.
Taints my breath.
Making my head spin.
My feet dance.
I take another sip.

A tribute to my love.
I pull and push.
The most bitter taste.
Smoke rises to the air, making my whole cloud a silver lining.

Floating flawlessly across the lines.
Ink pours out every emotion I possess.
I dot my t's and cross my eyes.
It always makes me smile.

Those are the little things that numb the pain for awhile.

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