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	<title>Comments on: Aequus nox</title>
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		<title>By: Laura</title>
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		<dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator>
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		<description>I wonder about the cyclical process of wanting to be touched and touching and hating contact and resenting people for looking me in the eye. I wonder if it has anything to do with actual circumstance, or seasons, or the moon, space. Nothing forever.

I never want to explain anything ever again. I know this will pass. I want to threaten people, not with love. But then I have this terrible urge to spend hours creating tiny gifts to send to certain people.

This is like throwing the keys in the water.

Like staring at the full moon and going to sleep. No further. No trace.

I think people can see you tingle with the promise of tiny flames, like skirts.
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<p>I never want to explain anything ever again. I know this will pass. I want to threaten people, not with love. But then I have this terrible urge to spend hours creating tiny gifts to send to certain people.</p>
<p>This is like throwing the keys in the water.</p>
<p>Like staring at the full moon and going to sleep. No further. No trace.</p>
<p>I think people can see you tingle with the promise of tiny flames, like skirts.</p>
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