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Jan 2013
on August 18, i collided with a multitude.
and was consumed

it was only January 1, when i got back up

on both legs, standing. head high.

i may sway, and hold my head
and clench my eyes shut.
i may like dark more then light
still..

it holds no candle
to the morning of August 19
the disappeared
Written by
the disappeared
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   Ann Beaver, Tatiana and Timothy
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