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Ah, that I could rejoice in thinking it's all for the best and rest my muddled thoughts in the waves of a velvet pillow. That I could close my eyes and believe change is all we needed. Breathe: the frustration of impediment pulls - from the seams of my skirt - down. But dreams only bring exaltation to a mind that concedes and a spirit that mimics reason as it sinks in hurt. I dread the day of mutual agreement. Insomnia will be my greatest companion, that I shall not fall into the miseries of hope. Elope, my darling, and spread your wings for I am prisoner of the waking hour. © Valeria G. 2009 Last update: 06-08-2009 18:39
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