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Feb. 26th, 2010 | 08:24 am
listening to: Television - Friction

She carries a knife in her left breast pocket. She carries a knife in the heel of her shoe. She carries knives in her heart and in her mind, and if you come too close she's going to cut you to shreds.
She carries old photographs that you'll never see and she'll never look at. They give her comfort with simply their frames and contours. She carries the images because the friends are too far gone.
She carries cinema and symphony, love and anger, dysphony. She carries all these things for me, but she's got a knife for me, too.
She's got city lights with burnt out bulbs all strung around her ankle. 'She's got rings on her fingers and rings on her toes, and music will follow wherever she goes.'
Look out because she carries you. You're treading on a hundred knives, and they're keeping you safe, whether you know it or not.
She's covered in cloth and hiding. She's sharp and dangerous, and she remembers you. She carries photographs, but she's got a lighter stashed away because she knows how things get. She knows how easily these bridges burn. She's hiding and ready to burst into flames, because she remembers you.

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