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Jan 2015
my vision *****.
I see everything in grayscale
and no matter how hard i try, how hard I shake from the tear-inducing effort
I cannot help but feel chills
run down from the base of my skull to the bottom of my spine
when I look at the future from my angle,
from my eyes.
these days... i'm trying hard to move forwards only to find i've jumped two steps backwards! yikes.

thanks for reading,
Ivy Swolf
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Ivy Swolf
   atlas and Tiberias Paulk
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