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By Ali Date: 2007 Dec 26 Comment on this Work [[2007.12.26.12.46.11396]] |
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seven letters lie, all written in longhand, in a script that does not resemble my own, and yet, it's mine. seven letters drawn of the same deep well, ink and soul mixing like oil and water, each at odds with their own peculiar reality, and grammatical inequities are a thing of least concern. seven letters torn from the same shadows, thrown across these slow-sinking moments, a cache of truths that are too chameleon to truly discern, but there is a blight at the center of each-- these seven letters written, re-written, almost sent, almost thrown away, almost this and that. seven letters tucked away, shut away. seven letters born of the same single desire, destined to clash, and defy the dead, dark breath that once lit some other starkly brilliant pages. |