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Smile, and he'll go away!

Waking nightmare, sleeping wonderland . . .

The Weeping Woman weeps yet again . . .

For liquid could not save me from the pool I drowned in . . .

Opposites attract . . .

as I unknowingly clutched my undoing . . .

Consumed by my captive, while I consumed what I caught.

Nothing hurts more than a painted rose.

Could a mother's love be measured?