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until the last wisps started their heartless descent
admitted by default to this curious flock
a sorority I never wanted to join
the red poison drips relentless
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What did you choose? What are your intentions? You can always help. Water and a little tenderness in your touch. But words matter, too. They are felt, not just heard. They are ingested, not just listened to, you've got to speak with love, not…
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