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June 06, 2010 - 10:22 Press on to a steadfast amble, calm dying bumble bee on my extended finger tip. Face flush, anticipating ambush. We walk for a while until he falls. I say, he wants to die in peace. A projection. Feeling half the woman, twice the woman, and not the same woman at all. Just a stupid girl. Equal parts stung and sedated.
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