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Cicero With the burning fire within, I descend. 040425
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lotuseater i was convinced my insane art teacher made this word up 040425
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belly fire We all thought so.
Humphries was cray-zee so it wouldn't have surprised me if she had made it up.
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shilohlives I'm compleatly over this stupid thing..My reacher is insaine and has over analyzed it...It is Very dead. 040426
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oldephebe how can you say that? 040426
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shilohlives I love it, but When I start to enjoy it's effects, my teacher decides to analyze it...and that makes it hard to like. 040427
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cocoon bdsm 040526
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oldephebe Oh. I guess I get it shilo. 040605
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ovenbird I used to think that life had dimmed my light, but I see now that its worst offence was stealing my dark. The orbits of my eyes hurt from all this squinting. Tell me that you feel the same.

On the basketball court when a body was about to touch mine for the first time, the moment was stolen by the cruel intervention of a flashlight beam to the face. Do you know what I mean?

At Christian summer camp we sangThis Little Light of Mineand I never wanted to snuff out anything as badly as I wanted to extinguish that flame.

I read Black Beauty at the age of eight. I dreamed of taking that horse and giving it a home. I wanted the night to run wild in all my unmowed pastures.

I didn’t want to be a princess. I wanted to be a sorceress. Niniane. Guardian of Excalibur. Unbridled and tragic. Wed to the water. Mythic.

As a teenager I gave myself names that meant darkness and fire and waited for someone to love the way the stars showed up against my heart’s abyss. But the stage lights were too bright. My makeup melted into a puddle that slid down my face. No shadows remained to reveal whatever strange shape I was growing into.

I always choose the midnight of a sapphire over the noon of a diamond. Do you understand?

I have a feeling that you do.
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