11.8.12

Flush

It's flushing. My face, then my heart. Teary eyes, yet no real tears. This should not be ones since tears can stream when something significant and clear happened.
Let's get the conscience beaten up.
This is unclear, the pass tucking feeling.
I lost it.

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