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10:09 am / Friday, Mar. 09, 2007

He ran me down
ran me through the streets laughing until
I could not see through my tears
laughing tears
they're saltier
spread them on my fingers and I lick them.

salty bitter skin.
I taste like sin.

Here we are in a photograph
happy...laughing
Here we are in a photograph
happy...laughing
Here we are
running
we laugh until our stomaches bleed-
the cold gurgle from shallow inside us.

the laughter boils up
hot and burning we're standing panting
filling our lungs for another go

Here we are in a photograph
we're moving--
biting our faces.
biting our nails.
biting our tongues
Here is the photograph--
the memory.

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