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Interchangeability. affixed to loss, affixed to      loss of limb, or              worse.                                               She has the                                               wildest hair.                                       So wild it almost makes                                             her look tame,                                                    by                                 comparison. and she talks                                             of magic,                      no,                          she talks magic.                                       she speaks in smoke rings                                              and with the light of god nestled                                                             in her bounteous hair                    those smoke rings float up to form        halos                     cresting her brow                                            shining inner light out.                                               she is lost. or I am lost.        either or, but not both. we are interchangeably lost                         and it is not that we are less lost together,   simply that we are together,               and that means                      no matter   how                                                           l                                                                                                                          o                               s                                                                                     t          we become, we are found.     I           am: Lost in liberation                     in victory                     in security                     in madness                     in                       her.
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
Interchangeable Loss
Interchangeability. affixed to loss, affixed to      loss of limb, or              worse.                                               She has the                                               wildest hair.                                       So wild it almost makes                                             her look tame,                                                    by                                 comparison. and she talks                                             of magic,                      no,                          she talks magic.                                       she speaks in smoke rings                                              and with the light of god nestled                                                             in her bounteous hair                    those smoke rings float up to form        halos                     cresting her brow                                            shining inner light out.                                               she is lost. or I am lost.        either or, but not both. we are interchangeably lost                         and it is not that we are less lost together,   simply that we are together,               and that means                      no matter   how                                                           l                                                                                                                          o                               s                                                                                     t          we become, we are found.     I           am: Lost in liberation                     in victory                     in security                     in madness                     in                       her.
j-c-lucas
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
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