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Jan 2015
Blink

All is well in suburbia

Blink

Distraction comes to me like birds come to a feeder

Blink

My foot hits the break, but it is too late

Blink

Light ceases to exist in my newly found chilled world

Blink

Airbag dust floats throughout my car as though fulfillment to my joy was just released

Blink

Blue and white lights fill my pupils

Blink*

Happiness comes knocking, nobody is home.
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