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Aug 2017
I open myself
and pour my soul out
grasping at wind
and grabbing at bits of passing clouds
Missing the figments
loving a dream
waking to find a nightmare
disguised as reality
I know now why hope
was the last to exit
Pandora’s box
It's the worst she had to offer
Written by
Crystal Birmingham
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