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Jan 2015
Bold
Years ago,
I had three words for that night
Or was it six?
They'll come back
I'm sure
Rather, I'll find them
Unsure during the search
Years ago,
I see warmth
My throat goes numb
I open a red door
Face flushed
Structural purity
Fusing cells with mine
Discomfort
Something quiet
From the end
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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