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Feb 2015
My body is becoming unraveled
With the loose tethers at the end of my fingertips
Gently flailing into the wind.

I can only watch as they tease
with their smoke, with their dance
that silently evaporates
from my skin.

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Daisy Chain
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Daisy Chain
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