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Aug 2017
Through every little crack,

And into Spaces we thought were sealed,
Revealing Weaknesses we didn’t realize existed.

It fills us,

And expands.

Cracking us open, 

Separating us bit
,
By,

Bit.

This is the beginning of my end.
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aa  Detroit
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   rose and soaringllama
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