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Dec 2015
I watched her crumble into
my hands like
the Earthโ€™s crust

her death wish
had become a mass
I could no longer break apart

this Pangea of emotion
that I couldnโ€™t save her from
was on our minds every
waking moment

She was swimming in a puddle
but to her it was the Atlantic
and
the continents were holding her
under

But
any archaeologist
who tried to extract
this skeleton
from the dust of
her mind was
indeed
foolish
-DDF
Destiny Fleming
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Destiny Fleming  The Abyss
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