Unassailable Mortality

October 22, 2012
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I got tired of
danger and so now
I spend my nights in twentyfour hour
drowning my ever raucous
thoughts in black coffee and
attempting to quell my
infatuation with precipice. I smear
ink into paper instead of
mascara down my

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