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Mar 20, 2006 at 5:46pm
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Earrings Spring blooms slip off the branches, leaves bend with dew, and my eyes fill to the brim as you stomp on the pair of earrings my gift to you. I shall never cry again; my tears promise to never spill but they'll catch the light of heavens to reflect it on the warp and weft of the carpet you scream on. Your mad rage will steam my years, leaving a tiny twinge in its wake, when its snapshot memory will pop up, over and over. Then, with a stifled laugh, as if I'm eleven once more, I'll continue finding excuses for you, to grant you a heart in our collaboration, Mother!
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