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Pre-emptively grieving the moment, I stand very still one finger tracing the soft outline of my own, alien lips the petals of an exotic lily, the mystery of my own making leaves me breathless and powerful in the dawn, before the elation becomes regret and my reasons are erased.
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Feb 5, 2010
Feb 5, 2010 at 5:40 AM UTC
Sullying the Fantasy
Pre-emptively grieving the moment, I stand very still one finger tracing the soft outline of my own, alien lips the petals of an exotic lily, the mystery of my own making leaves me breathless and powerful in the dawn, before the elation becomes regret and my reasons are erased.
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Feb 5, 2010
Feb 5, 2010 at 5:40 AM UTC
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