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Jul 2012
Wind.
Ache -
        Prolonged wrenching ache
               Pulling organs into new
                                                       surroundings.
People
So many of them -
                            murmur, murmur, murmur...

Laughter.
Belly laughter of recognition -

Tears of lost souls
Sobbing of a wanderer -
                                     with frozen eyes

Breath -
        breath of clouds
        of the lakes
                         of the strings as they slide across
                                                                            hearts.

Moved and disconnected -
                               involved and inseparable.
                                                           Unbearably together.

Moving through the motions -
                                             with nothing.

Nothing
but everything to lose.
                              And everything lost.
Written on October 19th, 2009
Written by
Sarah Ramsay
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