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(no title) she’d come along: ripe and opulent, brilliant and whole and the crispness of Her layered beneath my shoes, crackling with luscious lightness; i’d missed your breath! and yes her rays would begin to varigate (I think it’s a matter of taste!) just to keep you interested had you known before, would it have mattered less? that maybe i’d have wished your voice known; my actions reflected the same. that Her acquaintance, yes you’ve made, and these results were known to be true. |
Additional Notes:
okay, of course this was incomplete. it sort of fell out of my head in about 10 minutes. i think it's part of my yearly housekeeping. wanna help me see if this is going anywhere????? :)
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