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you kissed the scar below my breast. the scar that resembles the eye of providence. there was horror in your eyes. you asked me where my blood flows from and i did not know. what i did discover, however, was that with who I am and all i believe in and love corresponds with this scar that i was born with. i always knew where it was but i never really focused on the shape; and come to find out that this symbol wound, to me, was absolutely frightening and completely satisfying at the same time. when i discovered it, i had stars in my stomach, it was like looking at it for the first time. it told me that i was born to be; born to create born to know I finally knew that i was of the sibylline highborn. -Arizona
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Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 7:58 AM UTC
Book II.
you kissed the scar below my breast. the scar that resembles the eye of providence. there was horror in your eyes. you asked me where my blood flows from and i did not know. what i did discover, however, was that with who I am and all i believe in and love corresponds with this scar that i was born with. i always knew where it was but i never really focused on the shape; and come to find out that this symbol wound, to me, was absolutely frightening and completely satisfying at the same time. when i discovered it, i had stars in my stomach, it was like looking at it for the first time. it told me that i was born to be; born to create born to know I finally knew that i was of the sibylline highborn. -Arizona
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