If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: The First Time, again

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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

The First Time, again

Silly little girl in a white dress, making promises she intends to keep, but at what expense? Innocent blessings with strings attached dance on her heart, eyes perfectly matched to the one she'd like to forget. Eighteen years, she closes her eyes, waits in the night for a touch she doesn’t... Sign in to see full entry.

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