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she lies on the roof clothed only in a thin, soft, robe made of the finest silk    colored baby blue the ends flutter smoothly in the slight breeze like wisps of grey-blue smoke from a European cigarette she's gazing at the stars choosing the exact one she wants to float to the brightest one, of course the one filled with the most hope she closes her eyes and dreams of him waiting for her, at the edge of her star with arms extended    beckoning she can see his heart beating furiously in his chest he calls to her with eyes filled with desire she twists slowly in the night sky the silks of her robe flowing softly behind her    loose on her arms until it falls away breezily she dances towards him in her nakedness    laughing and reaching out their fingers barely touching she looks up and see's the look of panic in his eyes and she cries NO! as her dream breaks up in an explosion of silver and black and she is alone    again on the roof ... without her robe and in her hand                    a small silver star.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
stars and dreams
she lies on the roof clothed only in a thin, soft, robe made of the finest silk    colored baby blue the ends flutter smoothly in the slight breeze like wisps of grey-blue smoke from a European cigarette she's gazing at the stars choosing the exact one she wants to float to the brightest one, of course the one filled with the most hope she closes her eyes and dreams of him waiting for her, at the edge of her star with arms extended    beckoning she can see his heart beating furiously in his chest he calls to her with eyes filled with desire she twists slowly in the night sky the silks of her robe flowing softly behind her    loose on her arms until it falls away breezily she dances towards him in her nakedness    laughing and reaching out their fingers barely touching she looks up and see's the look of panic in his eyes and she cries NO! as her dream breaks up in an explosion of silver and black and she is alone    again on the roof ... without her robe and in her hand                    a small silver star.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
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