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05.04.2017 13:17
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0 the fellows Imaging herself carrying her life in her arms like a baby she'd just sighed + said: "Well, that's how it is, my dear." Then she'd turned away just letting it pass somewhat unwillingly but well-prepared to leave ready to be cut + served in pieces just like an iced cake she felt. Even the recent had become obsolete - exclutionary - just mere convention where the face was left empty But how well she stood embodying the mocks of the beliefs that were around actually Her last letter to joy had been written in haste - she'd dropped just 1 line: "This aint a letter - only my arms around you for a quick minute." Like a radiance some deep-seated desire really impressed her - like an afterglow: simply exhausted but burningly resentful... Just devastated by a role that seemed to have no point anymore - full of alarming penetration in discovering what they had well... least wished to know - impulsively she'd reworked her story, calling it "prelude"... again...
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