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| Death of a Rose |
And I thought of you, This is us, two teardrops frozen in our journey, falling separately, floating towards our own soft landing, formed in careful detail, swirling around, and floating. This is the air that passes beneath us, surrounding us, buffering us, in this descent. Waiting to join our brethren below. Then reaching impact, beside one another, the dance is done, the touching is new. Softly melting beside one another, joining in a beginning torent towards US. |
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| "The" Man | Well, it was getting rather proud. | 070710 |