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  • Dramatic Poetry Re: lust has extended limbs.

    When i fall, i stand back up. Miracles have happened, and you've seen them. I feel at home, now, in a place of agony... in a place of twisted hate ...

    Dec 11, 2008


“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -
— Emily Dickinson