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Thursday, March 13, 2008

Ms. Muse is at it again

Dream Killers

The redness seeped from her gums and she spat into the porcelain
Letting the wetness carry it away
Her muscles throbbed like the rhythm in the depths of the ocean
She could hear her joints scream like chimpanzees at the tops of trees
And her brain was fuzzy and bruised like day-old peaches...


Sorry that I have to tease you, but to read the rest you'll have to visit me here. But I won't force you; it's possible that if you ask nicely I'll post the entire thing. There's is a catch though... you have to use a secret word. It's a word I've randomly chosen (sort of) that is the secret word. I'll give you a hint: It's what I'm working on.
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