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the fear came in scraps the size of candy wrappers and the bits of water balloon you leave on the ground; it came during an air raid, when the shelter of imagination was no longer
Only fragments were preserved; Massive wooden locks to history.
I trust my grandmother is well
Like a mirror shattered,
I wish you could see    how i long for thee.   More than just predictably or physically,   but rather relentlessly   
So many words slipping out of my tongue; Unspoken words, words unheard of. Words lost in the atmosphere scaterred within vibrations of itself. When you can't put your thoughts into sentences or,
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