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Jul 2016
As memory minds
more than moments
ago, it watches them
to where it cannot
follow...its crucible.
Crystal clarity riddled
with obsessive revision.
The mind is afraid to die,
not the body.
Written by
Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
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