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Your life is a raindrop falling to an ocean in slow motion, self reflecting, seemingly separate and individualistic. All event transpire on this slow descent to the big blue. Death seems like an incredible crash, but only just a tiny splash.. Dissolve. Rearrange. Begin again.
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March 2012
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February 2012
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January 2012
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sunra:
You ask for water. I run ice along the length of your forehead. It drips. I watch. You lick your top lip and I grow jealous ice can melt.
Elena Georgiou