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Oct 2016
It's the hour of light
Windows to the soul
curtains are drawn
Shapes on them
Casting characters
Seconds when you wake up
'fore dreams rot to reality
Incandescent
Ghosts dance in memory
Catching breaths
One too many
Strings always snap
Puppets break
Like shattering illusions
I'm left holding
Pieces of you
That never existed
Austen girl
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Austen girl  jinja
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