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Feb 2019
I’m still purging
Old strings attached
Frayed and collecting debris
Lint in hair tangles everything around
My solid body is walking on new ground
My blurry edges are left somewhere else

I have a feeling I must leave in order to return
Iv always flowed in and out of reality
My steps have become too heavy to leave
Written by
Morgan Mattingly
153
     Fawn and Juneau
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