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Apr272014

aether

after the dust settles, i can see her writhing and twisting amidst the falling ashes.

eyes closed, a whirling dervish in a chaotic vortex.

we sit atop a mountain, inhaling the air of the immortals.

above the clouds, she's beautiful as sin.

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