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Jul 2012
Now I'm established,
my limbs are all full grown,
roots are firmly planted.

without expectation
I skip to the next page,
just another day.

I wait,
but you don't call.
figures.

For whatever reason
I seem to have lost taste
for this flavor of love.

I'm ready for change,
i'm over all the frill and fuss--
Nothing ever different.

But lemon drops
and sugar plum fairies
put me to right to sleep.

And now that it is morning,
and I have since risen,
Let's go to sleep.
Written by
Alexia
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