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Finally an end, only to begin my lament, for there is no satisfaction. The bloom dies and spreads her petals to paper and dry in the wind. Pen this sadness. Blow to my beckoning, selfish that I am, Please, pull, draw to my breasts this faint whisper, no more, until, again. Finally, at last. Raine Les 11/15/2009 |
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Finally Finally an end, only to begin my lament, for there is no satisfaction. The bloom dies and spreads her petals to paper and dry in the wind. Pen this sadness. Blow to my beckoning, selfish that I am, Please, pull, draw to my breasts this faint whisper, no more, until, again. Finally, at last. Raine Les 11/15/2009 |
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