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A match strikes not for limbo But for tepid coruscations to warm a soul. By assumption she is not her own. The quintessence of a life when received-- A curio to collect dust and fissure. What will you do with a heart that is not your own?

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For You?

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elena

Published: Feb 11, 2012
LinesWords: 947

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