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Chasing Droplets (Other) by dinah

I am cursed. I am able to give any gift in the world yet receive nothing. I gave everything away in the past. Now I'm stuck in the middle, sitting on the petals of the dead orchid that you keep watering, just so that I have the illusion of life. Give me one thing back - my body, With that I will acquire the freedom I desire.

Dovina 1-Aug-10/5:47 PM
it seems strange that anyone, even you, could give "any gift in the world." Gifts seem more like the special traits that make each of us unique. Yet I fee the captivity of it.




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