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Nov 2012
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She sings in the quiet,
(with a touch so forbidden)
yet, you're floating on the surface
of love's recognition
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She collects those treasured pieces,
(the bits you've kept hidden)
loves that you worshipped
or love never given
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She embodies true desires
  (without inhibition)
garbing sweet deaths
with divine superstition
                                        

"Their song, though irresistibly sweet,
was no less sad than sweet,
and lapped both body and soul in a fatal lethargy,
the forerunner of death and corruption,"  
said Walter Copland Perry.
Ruby Watson
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Ruby Watson  hiding in a rabbit hole
(hiding in a rabbit hole)   
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