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Saturday, October 13, 2012

Forever Young


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The Lady Behind this Wretched Consciousness

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Christine Angela Sevilla
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A third of who I am stands still in the dead of the night, ever waiting for the heart that deserves the creature that I am - another part ever hoping for that perfect moment to embrace my purpose. Someone who will touch me in a deafening way that every sense that composes me would freeze like a molecule exposed to a nerve gas - helpless; but my entirety seeks the humiliation of falling in love - a love that will sweep me off my feet, head over heels without thoughts of rationality, hoping for the reciprocation I truly deserve.
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