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Oct 2019
My mind is empty of
Words.
And I am not sure if it is
Because I have nothing to say.
Or if I simply have so much to say
My thoughts are congealed like
Coagulated blood at a razor wound.
Irreversible.
CataclysticEvent
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CataclysticEvent  28/F/Between Here and There
(28/F/Between Here and There)   
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