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even when you slip through its fingers, it has another hand. I found this ou_t_he_art_way |
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| lg |
i'm free_falling still (hoping for a catch) |
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| Death of a Rose |
love is a branch, needing the food of life, it grows and tenders the beginnings of its own end. but it spreads its tenderness, yearning for the decaying leaves that last it has fallen. love holds you, but love also is a tincture, a vase that you have forgotten in the corner of the house you inhabit. Love is a liar when we change our minds. |
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