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the fiction of the ring
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07.25.08 / 1:11 am
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i take off the ring every night before i go to sleep, afraid to lose it in the dream - a method of procrastination as i've lost everything, but still, i hold on to the ring.i swear by it, seal secrets to its length, imprinted in the wax on every letter. it is, at once, the love i shared with another, the easy feeling of clean, tilled earth, brilliant rays of a blinding sun just over the hill, and every uncomfortable good bye. it feels the chill and takes even breaths as i bury my losses in its band.
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