December 2011
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October 2011
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Eyes.
Shivering silently, I slip my eye lids back and stop the flutter. No longer will these eyes touch light, no longer will I flare my nostrils to reel life. As I descend, I stop and stutter. Glaciers for toes, I feel the cold spread through me, and the weight pull me down. Every blink feels like a million years, but not even a million could melt these blocks of ice. Deeper and deeper into the...
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alcohol is the devils lube
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