March 2012
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Dichotomy
secretedsins:
At times, I am a font of fire, filled far past overflowing with unmeasurable desire;
Waiting, wanting, dreaming of the moment I’ll be poured out o’er the whole of the waiting world.
At others, I am dry, as dry as dust; empty as the void of vacuous space above me that so endlessly unfurls.
I am both licking flame and cruel ice; both love that knows no limit, and the...
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