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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Sun Mar 01, 2009 10:50 am
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Vials of laughter
<br />stored in her drawer,
<br />along with the memories.
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<br />A small cedar box rested upon the bureau.
<br />Contained within it were her locket and brooch.
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<br />The note on the bedside table was brief.
<br />It mentioned her decision.
<br />No gifts or reparations were made.
<br />She married once.
<br />Divorced once.
<br />It wasn't a lasting union.
<br />It lasted only long enough to leave it.
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<br />She denied herself the pleasures of sex.
<br />She never valued it as a means of cohesion.
<br />It was simply a motion one goes through to conceive,
<br />though the only conception she was in agreement with
<br />was the concept of not conceiving.
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<br />Until now...
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