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remnant
unknown

a walk through deep hurt becomes
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a tapestry of my own weaving -
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accepting
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the needle, freeing
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the roses, the horses, the princes, the vines
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to bloom;
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to fruit their heels and climb tall bruises.
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another day to own.
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4 Oct 10

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Yes, well, that's life.

Better luck next time.
 — unknown

so mean and rude. glad I'm not married to you.
 — unknown

yes, well, your idea of "marriage" isn't worth a shit.

and i'm very happy not being married to any of you of shamsters.

yours rudely,

Rudie
 — unknown

Yeah, I suppose every dog gets its day. (or is it "bitch" here. not sure)
 — unknown

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