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In this hour of lead; within walls that have contained the seepage of a families turbulence, I swipe a light finger over her former belongings, leaving a trail in dust to mark a temporary presence.
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
Emily
In this hour of lead; within walls that have contained the seepage of a families turbulence, I swipe a light finger over her former belongings, leaving a trail in dust to mark a temporary presence.
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
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