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dream. dream. dream.

and give up that ghost.

10.24.2008

pen



i like to write in pen the way i like to shoot on film. digtal-pencil-too temporary, too modern, too easy to erase.
ink. film. permanence.





























i find myself













crying?






i feel warm wet in my eyes. foreign matter. i'm not even sad.


it's just my eyes. leaking warm salt solution.

again.
by sarah marie. at 24.10.08
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