If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: When Love Leaves

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Friday, January 4, 2008

When Love Leaves

We wonder what it ever really was that once made us feel as if we were untouchable irresistible overwhelmed. We think we were crazy to have ever believed that its saving grace would protect us from the raging rush of time and convenience. We begin to understand that it was really only our youth that... Sign in to see full entry.

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