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Mar 2019
It’s a fingerprint parade,
They press down into this bubble,
It doesn't break.
You’re enclosed in it,
Where is this place?

Not recognizing...

Breathing rapidly into a balloon that surrounds,
Calm down; quiet

White walls are the only thing you see, a display of them stretching
To infinity.

Let colors expand endlessly.
Jen
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Jen  40/F/A Dream
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