pennylane731's Diaryland Diary

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insignificant other

no sound

no light

no indication

only the slowing of the breathing

the exhalation,

draining the color from my face,

and the love from your lips

my rain fails to make the garden grow

my laughter fails to revive

i die, over and over,

unbeknownst to anyone.

1:07 p.m. - 2004-04-20

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