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... she dances in the driveway, sun creating a long shadow foretelling the woman to come. the song she sings would not be considered appropriate for joyous dancing by all who live here. she sings anyway because it seems right to her... in her joy, in he...
... in early morning waking there is that fleeing dream. it is almost lucid as I feel your body curled behind me... the warmth of my back spoon, gradually cooling. . my heart breaks under the weight of no expectation, of never-will-be, of truth. how...
... we met love and thought the dreams were true. but now we avoid love. there is no truth. there is no peace. the abyss grips fearful hearts. the song has changed and "believe" is no more. grief has been surpassed. there is only shame. ...
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