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together, for coming light that we began with simply being a light unto ourselves and expanded into a flame, one small heart at a time.
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together, for coming light that we began with simply being a light unto ourselves and expanded into a flame, one small heart at a time.
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Dear B, It is a gray here, but then, you remember me walking in rain, on days such as this. It is only there that I feel a kind of quiet comfort for not having your hand in mine while we spoke of our dreams and22 lines, 8 comments, on Aug 24 7:56 AM 2007. In Personal
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Today, I noticed how dried flowers bleed on to paper when pressed, like a squeezed heart, between bindings of some old book. The petal con16 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 24 2:38 PM 2007. In Prose
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