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Aug 2018
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the lines were my friends

all six were as straight as bones

when i became one with the lines, my eyes saw the world clearly

as it should have been all along

one by one

i become enveloped with the lines

and they become enveloped within me

until they consumed me completely

my breath was no more
hannah cook
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hannah cook  18/F/Portland
(18/F/Portland)   
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