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Feb 2013
Transmitted,
Fumbling with his twisted hands.

Disconnected,
Vouch for his illness.

Recognition,
If anyone approaches you.

Turn to one of the beginnings,
A sign of unity.
Leave everyone behind.
Take a deep breath.

Trampled,
They're decayed now.

Run.

We're breathing the same air.
Sydney Rianne Bouldin
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