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And I was incredulous, then angry, that you've been doing a music blog and I knew nothing, worried, convinced you've fallen into some dark abyss forgotten all about me caring on this end... I was incensed I lit my cigarette but the darn thing was empty rolling my own you see but not hand rolling... so I light the thing and poof ~ did I once have nose hairs? Yes women have them too, don't put me on a pedestal I am living material and we all know (i hope) what the prerequisites are to be that.. I knew then that I must stop being angry you've a right to forget me and to live your life, so I say to my Ego bear up & FACE IT you are forget-ABLE... yes I am. Divine is mine The Wife without The Sign. Acute degree Conferred on me— Empress of Calvary. Royal all but the Crown— Betrothed, without the swoon God gives us women When two hold Garnet to garnet, Gold to gold— Born—Bridalled— Shrouded— In a day Tri-Victory— “My Husband” Women say Stroking the melody, Is this the way? By: Emily Dickinson Create your free world visitor maps