| Talia lit |
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| Fractured Story Telling | |||
| Written by Francis Scudellari | |||
| Wednesday, 06 January 2010 15:16 | |||
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Talia lit a candied wick, her annual try to melt away the cherry-glazed sadness, but having no taste for cake and no fondness for pie, she drips pink- blue stings on her waiting palm, its cracks brimming with waxy rivers, to set a striped and flamed believing, where as when the tremors go out, she'll wish for tears to rise and curled smoke to close the black eyes of heaven
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