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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 -
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
Written by
Sarah  Karakura Town, Japan
(Karakura Town, Japan)   
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