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It clung to me like a little one, mixed and twining with clothe threads. The body weaved, at times vanished between folds, Then, if contortions permitted, marked apparent by sunlight. I plucked it free, letting it glide like a fall leaf floor bound. Traveling away from a traveler, I pondered on its passing. Our poignancy broke as I turned nearer to the sun. Under arms and across the chest More vestiges of her appeared. I picked for them, Their auburn bodies fading to blonde at round ends. One by one the disembarked. Like vapours, that past night drifted in.
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
A bright follicle
It clung to me like a little one, mixed and twining with clothe threads. The body weaved, at times vanished between folds, Then, if contortions permitted, marked apparent by sunlight. I plucked it free, letting it glide like a fall leaf floor bound. Traveling away from a traveler, I pondered on its passing. Our poignancy broke as I turned nearer to the sun. Under arms and across the chest More vestiges of her appeared. I picked for them, Their auburn bodies fading to blonde at round ends. One by one the disembarked. Like vapours, that past night drifted in.
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
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