.A Poem by brianna vegaaching belly round moon i welcome your changing cycles with sleep nestled in warmth creation will not exist inside me but death drips from my lips deep dark promises of nourishment and dreams which will never come to be fall
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2 Reviews Added on October 2, 2012 Last Updated on October 2, 2012 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAboutThings have changed like the singing of rain Once soft Now pouring Soaking Softening Changing more.. |

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