If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Detached

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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Detached

Detached You’ve given me plenty of time to think, too much time to drink alone with my thoughts, dreams fade reality sinks deeper into my gut. Should have known you would do what you do to those who dare love you. So I drink another, toast my missing lover vow I will never again offer that rare gift... Sign in to see full entry.

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