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Feb 2012
This place is a vacuum.
Empty.
Void.
Physical compulsions to embrace
Nothing but air.
Memory teases,
Mocks,
Tortures
The senses.
I feel,
But can't touch.
Will alone
cannot make you real.

You are my Phantom.
Paul Andrews Jr
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Paul Andrews Jr
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   Paige Hatcher
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