girl-aflame's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It Grew In Me Sitting in my ungodly hot loft listening to Bradley stream Mumford and Sons from the iPad below. Look darling, I properly punctuated it for you. I feel my creativity gnawing inside my stomach, pacing like a madwoman imprisoned in darkness. Let me out... But through what mouth? A mouth for kissing must never weep. A mouth for pressing to sleeping necks must never sing siren lyrics. I still miss being possessed. 10:39 p.m. - Monday, Nov. 22, 2010 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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