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Mar 2013
Pre dawn glory
inching in.
Secrets invite.
I always taint,
but this is stronger than I.
This dark,
holding promise,
is not the dark of my nightmares;
it is kind.
Sleepy, I let my eyes fall shut again.
As I have done so many times before,
I waste this invitation
To dance
With the Divine.
loric
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loric
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   Michelle and st64
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