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Mar 2013
Oh god, my soul,
it reaches out to you forever.
I ignore its grasping hands
that wish to touch your open flame
and embrace the searing pain you inflict.
Your eyes are in the back of my head,
Now as foreign to me as heaven or hell.
My body constricts to think of your embrace.
But too much have I remembered,
for now I find I've forgot.
GirlOfTheSky
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   Eulalie
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