txandi, prostituida por la vida | life, prostituted by txandi
3.27.2008
numbers that pass/the passing of numbers (incomplete)
atone for a day's deed?
not on three hours of sleep.
upon my wrist a new scar;
I laugh as I think I've made it this far.
I planned, I thought my death,
A troubled life, one last breath.
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