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Dec 2015
I stare at nothing.
That space between myself and something.
Nothing is the air, the molecules, and dust.
I stare at nothing to let my brain come up with something.
Some reason to live, to sleep, to eat.
I stare at nothing.
I do not stare at something.
Christina Cox
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Christina Cox  Utah
(Utah)   
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