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Nov 2015
Cold fingers
Reaching for warmth

Broken nails
Clawing at slick walls

Bloated figures
Floating in icy water.

As we say goodbye
What the hell was going on in my head during this one....?
I'm just gonna keep looking through these notebooks, some of this stuff is intriguing.
Olivia L
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Olivia L  Earth, Apparently
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