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February 19, 2009
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Each s-m-i-l-e a new lamentation.
Mirage' a memories past.
Turmoil pounds my soul,
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Unrestricted being,
*suave* body,
but a broken pulse.

A hidden divinity,
Make due action and dream on.

The repelling desire,
pulse mended, anew.
the lust eclipse,
time 'speaks' of what will happen to the two.

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