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February


Cover me in sweet surprise
Free of regimen and raw election
With soft protection
From light
From heat
From hollow wind
I am tired
I am worn
Sometimes we need the darkness

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  1. Sam | ashoreSeptember 23, 2009 at 2:02 PM

    Emily, thank you so much for coming by Unconventionally Beautiful and for your kind words. It's so nice to know that someone with the kind of beautiful mind that you have (so well shown on your blog) enjoys mine as well!

    Come back soon!
    Sam
    SamanthaShorey.blogspot.com

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  2. Emily R. Dye-MorrisSeptember 23, 2009 at 3:35 PM

    Sam,
    Thank you so much for your comment . . . it means a lot to me to have anything that I write well-received. It's always exciting to come across another person who views things from a unique perspective. Your blog is so well done and simply fresh. I will definitely be back!

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