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crushing eggshells, the dusty pink ballerina pirouettes through space, cobwebs are her constellations, candlelight her sun in motion, thoughts quelled, surrounded by sensation, she can feel. each raw exhale a release aching muscles tensed with bliss her mind is quiet, no longer numb, she is free.
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Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
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crushing eggshells, the dusty pink ballerina pirouettes through space, cobwebs are her constellations, candlelight her sun in motion, thoughts quelled, surrounded by sensation, she can feel. each raw exhale a release aching muscles tensed with bliss her mind is quiet, no longer numb, she is free.
wkati
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Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
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