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jun 21, 2002 12:00 a.m. the day she truly left herself air above her slowly brushing across honey-dew folds which sheltered gray skies with eyes like pools of blood shimmering against the light of darkness with a hand extended in a pathetic attempt to grasp why she had done what she had done but there were no answers within that light only a reflection of what she had become and what she would never be, again |