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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Evanescent

I saw your face in my dreams
Pulling me home
Your harsh hands bruised mine
You whispered "fragile..."
Ecstasy at your words
Shivers at your words
Falling for your voice
Tongue
Your laughter
I was once your daughter
Caught up in...
An inconstant state of evanescence.

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