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Apr 2017
maybe someone is stealing my dreams
******* them out gently as I sleep
I wake with a vague notion of images
swimming
pictures
but lost concepts
and feeling used
dried even
like a sponge being purged of its liquid
taking the contents and leaving a shell
I'm feeling this most days now
maybe this is hell
Cierra Spina
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Cierra Spina  21/F/Ohio
(21/F/Ohio)   
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