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Eleanor Branstone

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This is it. [May. 17th, 2011|12:47 pm]
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Won't tie me down.

My battle cry.

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.under construction. [Dec. 30th, 2009|08:07 pm]
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[what the choir sings |LOST s.5]

I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.

I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.


~ Emily Dickinson.
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