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Dec 2012
One foot after another
chin down, eyes
burning like gleams of
sun through the trees
on a hazy winter morning...

When my eyes are
closed, surrounded
in black and still
I could be anywhere
I could be anything
I could be nothing at all
Jessica M
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Jessica M
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