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his chin

I lay on his bed
And count every little
Piece of stubble
growing on his chin
It looks so amazing to me
Each one
has its own place on his face
I just lay there and count
Each little black dot
And In between numbers
I think about how
He’ll never be able to save me
But his chin helps
Keep me sane
By taking my mind
Off of our reality

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On Friday September 10th, 2004, MEATGRINDER MAN (510) writes:

Yes, this is.

On Tuesday July 27th, 2004, Rain In The Willows (821) writes:

very thought provoking kya

On Tuesday July 27th, 2004, boughtwithblood (293) writes:

hahah, the joys of facial hair.

On Tuesday July 27th, 2004, Mademoiselle_Minx (131) writes:

heh...I liked the simplicity of this piece.It makes alot of sense...how something so simple can save you from something so complicated.We find shelter in simplicity.Nice write.

On Tuesday July 27th, 2004, An Expired Member (15) writes:

i like it, it's very simple, and the last few lines tie it all in together. nice job :-)

On Tuesday July 27th, 2004, stormtalk (881) writes:

Yeah, Phoenix's got it. It's simple, yet entirely original. Very nice work.

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