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Apr 2016
it's always just the ink in the end
my fingers are stone and there
is cloud in my blood i think gravity
might have forgotten me
if words could anchor me to
the earth, who would i write for?
i know when youre around
Written by
Sarah  Karakura Town, Japan
(Karakura Town, Japan)   
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