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Feb 2019
I lay parallel to the sky, fruitlessly raising a hand to grasp at shades that belong to no one
My body is left to float over a sea of green, losing my mind to the depths of weeds
Nugatory observations of what lays yonder as I peril my eyes to beams of gold
My heart reverberates with sorrow for the music marked with expiration
Hannah Marie
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Hannah Marie
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