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Jul 2015
i've been thinking about how prose never comes easy am i the quiet kind of rain
with pauses
for sighing in -
                       between
you know i'm not the
quiet kind of anything
my matchstick fingers always find
the silence you try so
hard to hide inside
and then

and then we are flame
i can't find myself in the ashes anymore
im selfish
Sarah
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Sarah  Karakura Town, Japan
(Karakura Town, Japan)   
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