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Pre dawn glory inching in. Secrets invite. I always taint, but this is stronger than I. This dark, holding promise, is not the dark of my nightmares; it is kind. Sleepy, I let my eyes fall shut again. As I have done so many times before, I waste this invitation To dance With the Divine.
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Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC
Totally Wasted
Pre dawn glory inching in. Secrets invite. I always taint, but this is stronger than I. This dark, holding promise, is not the dark of my nightmares; it is kind. Sleepy, I let my eyes fall shut again. As I have done so many times before, I waste this invitation To dance With the Divine.
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Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC
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