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[aslant]

ever so slowly i'm shrinking inside my clothes. recalling metaphors, macbeth, referring to an inability to steer fate or assume control: wearing the mantle of self like a suit made for a giant.

but it's not about hunger, is it. it never was. my unhungry month extends itself and i am unsure where it began. love carves itself into me. love carves me. lovecarves. love scars itself into me. the carvings of scars. scars like scarves.

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[ex-particul.livejournal.com]

that ... your wording,
your wording in the second paragraph
amazes me
it is meant to be sung out loud

[aslant.livejournal.com]

if i could sing, i would sing my words. instead i let pixels sing for me...