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Feb 2018
as a child does
in her dreamscape
whimsical,
out of breath,
running from her demons
born from her
imagination;
i run from
you.

memories,moments,pictures
deleted.
days,hours,time
pas­sed;
no other time
will present itself
to let the
lingering
thoughts
fade
away
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