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Too Much InformationI touch myself because no one touches me. At night in the folds of sheets I have to warm with my own damn body heat, my imagination runs wild and holds me in the sweetest embrace and kisses me softer than true lips ever could. I'm sad to say I've gotten pretty good at pretending someone would want me and release me from cold lonely selfish virginity and help me stop crying over every fucking man who walked into my life and let me get close enough to care but at the end of the dayToo Much Information
still ended up fucking the shit out of that skinny white bitch. Legs hopelessly closed I &nb
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The Things I CarryMy pores cry with desire craving fingers, palms, hands arms, nails across this burdened back of mine. Upon my virginThe Things I Carry
shoulders the memory of a father dead and alive, whose breathing stinking corpse rots by the day and chokes until my soul is hardened.
In my touchless hands blood and tears my heart's eye has cried as "No" lashes across my hide, leaving flesh on the cold ground. My feet tread on a path of shattered glass leading to rest in arms' security, but the callous never forms, and I stumble fall into my bed to cry and awake tomorrow, over you, &nb
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Dam Al-zaitunThe sky cracks open with a devil's roar and fire pours from above, scorching the earth and her golden loveliness to cinders, leaving in its wake an olive tree, left ablaze in this field of ash. They cut off your hands, my Brothers. My Sisters they snipped out your tongues. My sons they left you naked on the floor, drowning in fear burning in shame. I see your eyes. The tears run red as the fathers collapse, begging their cold, still sons to forgive them. The mothers shriek into the night,Dam Al-zaitun
watching the men fall from their lives. Her life. And peace, that majes
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- Current Residence: east of the sun and west of the moon.
- Interests: writing, reading, dancing, music, cooking, photography
- Favourite movie: Across the Universe
- Favourite genre of music: anything but bad music
- Favourite artist: Van Gogh, Rodin
- Favourite poet or writer: Amy Tan
- Favourite photographer: James Van Der Zee
- Favourite style of art: photography
- Operating System: huh?
- MP3 player of choice: iPOD shuffle
- Shell of choice: sea snails look pretty nice...
- Wallpaper of choice: I prefer paint, actually.
- Skin of choice: unwrinkled.
- Favourite game: hide and seek.
- Favourite gaming platform: sumo-wrestling ring
- Favourite cartoon character: Pig
- Personal Quote: "Breathe, Damn you!"
- Tools of the Trade: digital camera, Microsoft photo editor, Microsoft Word, gel pens
- Email: magmarin2003@yahoo.com
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