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Apr 2016
when you are lost and doors are closed, run
to those who spare voices and spread armsΒ Β 
because empty words leave gaping holes
and broaden the void consuming your whole

but they are umbrellas that shield you from
the acid rain that defaces your face

they never use you,
only their arms

they never leave you,
only armed

always
unharmed

- end
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     Rapunzoll and Vanessa Gatley
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