Walking With Demons
And attempting to stay dry.
Words.
Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?
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Saturday, May 29, 2010
Heart.
I wondered how tight my hands could go before he couldn't breathe. I wondered how long he would struggle for air. How long after he stopped breathing that his heart would stop beating. How long after
that
until it would never start again.
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