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Nov 2012
I see the world all around me.
But if I reach out to touch it,
I'm afraid it will just disappear.
Vanish away from my fingertips.
That reach out in curiosity.
If I reach out,
Will the world disappear?
Hiding it's secrets from me.
When all I want to know is...
*Do I exist?
Or am I as false as the clouds above me?
Maggie Lane
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Maggie Lane  California
(California)   
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