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Feb 2015
Time stopped, and they were freed.

It began, it occurred, it ended.

We met, we danced, I left.

He did not st-st-stutter that day.

We craved, raved, craved more.

Born numb, pure; died filthy, happy.
A running collection of my ramblings organized into six-word-stories.
Karissa Olson
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Karissa Olson
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