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27.7.10
'Come'
..said death
chosing her as his
partner for
the last dance. And she,
who in life
had done everything
with a birds grace,
opened her bill now
for the shedding
of one sigh no
heavier than a feather.
r.s.thomas.
Sarah Moon
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i am.
You have brains in your head.
Night hung like a velvet curtain.
Mert.
Remember me.
Ballon Rouge
We should boycott women who don't cry.
All dolled up.
The ever more.
To love you less.
'Come'
Her face was devoured.
We're all mad here.
Some things never happen.
The human condition.
She struggles.
Such stuff.
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