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Indifferent.
She decided she'd become a nun. Sizzlesless, in admist of it's dizzyness. She awakes. Awkward and alive. At noon she breaks. Takes in it's stride. "Glide feet glide!" she thinks lavishingly as she HeHeHe's her index finger at every man without potential, their seeing being potential. Experimental. The fleshy chemicals. Boosting vitality. Some knows. She tried. Forgetting? Impossible. A topic full of fear in a dissolusioned trust plagued's her soul. She could not find justice naked, she reframes it In the sheets, at the park. In the beach, in the dark. Going with the sin. Gone with the wind. |
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Brilliant- just love the last stanza
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Nice write d4tc.
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That's like me the end part anyways "Gone with the Wind", hence the name, "Noden"
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Ditto on the Brilliant
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Thank You,
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