

HoldenesqueHoldenesqueHoldenesque
Your hands are larger than mine They'd swallow my own, awkward and folded. Your thumbs sized to my wrists...Intangible, I think; these are fingers that have touched cheeks and written pages on things I cannot conceive: Your right hand has held pens to tell of kissing your newborn son. My fingers wrapped around a brush to dip in acrylics, and I painted what I saw: a still life of roses in a haze.
Sometimes all I need is a place to sit and write, the dust settling heavy in my chest, like my sloppy, almost-backward cursive could alleviate &nb


TigercatwalkTigercat cutting through the everyday crowd,Tigercatwalk
the faster the catwalk the more around; she moves her back, her neck all angles to switchblade through the likes of you. Know that she walks past the beast that hisses or stares: Tigercat will see you and she no longer cares. To look back at you after she's clawed a path past; a chip on her shoulder, she'll brush your dirt off. For each spit --or catcall--to her face, she'll not make room in her glamourous urn that she calls her temple of God.
.:.
love your stuff
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you know it
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Shutup! The voices in my head know more than you do!
update.
-thus demandeth the demanding one, Spiffers
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*nod*
uh..der.
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....Delusions.... - ~t-motion - --- gallery---
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