I'm Not Emilio Estevez
Christian Bell, fiction writer
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Where Car Shells Dwell
I live where car shells, black eye houses dwell. Can’t remember your face. The world’s splinters of data. I don’t answer knocks at the door.
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Linda
June 11, 2010 at 10:12 AM
The world's splinters of data. Love it. Peace...
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