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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.

daggatolar 2-Aug-10/5:46 AM
I can see your pain
to give out life in full richness -
the greatest of all gift and to now be held down

And be bound out of life itself...
what a pity definition of life....
for anyone ... woman or not





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