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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.

http://mulberryfairy 29-Aug-10/9:20 PM
Nice, I love the last stanza. If you took out some of the complete sentences/wasted words like "that" and "the", I think it would be even better.




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