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Mar 2015
I clutch at your ankles as you drag me along. I search through the dust kicked up by your feet. My body spreads into the cracks of the floor. I shiver, pressed to the glass, as I cannot pass beyond. There is no warmth in the wind pushing between our bodies. I stand with arms heavy, skin flaking away. An echo builds in my soul, monumental and real, a temple to solitude.
Anna
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Anna  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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