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Jan 2019
how difficult would it be to break the window right now?
is there a chance for stars to stop shining?
or for giraffes to suddenly become short?
Her hand traced the rim of the cup
As it clattered to the ground against the hardwood floors
She took a deep breath
clouds were patiently taking control of her mind
Feeling tranquil
knowing she would never really know
Written by
Juliana Pérez
149
   Juneau
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