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dusk named me her daughter and sent me dancing through timezones//she asked my muscles to hush (only whisper)// so i could slow down and stroke the cheek of sorrow//.then i would really know why i pray.// i was taught the best things are developing in secret, and no love is ever lost.// my soul is happy, hear it laugh.

Apr 13, 2011

in those hands



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