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May 2015
These happenings couldn't dissipate
Love wasn't water
It could not evapourate, become another form
It just was
Terrors arose from our fingertips,
Storms in closed palms
Shifting diamonds, flightless constructs
Every sun we saw screamed of destinies awaiting
Oh, there are no parallels- only jagged almosts

-c.j.
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