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Apr 2017
I wade through the shockwaves,
Searching through lost toys and
Broken boards, old doors, a stuffed bear
And rotting memories.
They all slip by, my fingers
Reaching but never finding.
The noise is too great; the waves too
High. I can not
Search through all of this,
Surely tomorrow holds
The story I hope to
remember.
Deyer
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Deyer
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   kim, ---, Lorraine Colon, Sisilia, --- and 1 other
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