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Licking her wounds she glances from side to side, soul half open. Wandering out, she finds, the farther she ventures, the more she finds and the fuller she feels.
"...Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall And a preserving sweet."
posted by Kyra @ 9:52 AM
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Living in the moment the best that I can.
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