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Nov 17
we can make our own sure things,
if we’re not greedy holding on to
slow motion crashes, orchestrating
the wrong moves to prove a point-

               see, every action has infinite
                         reactions, depending on
                         your grip. my wreck, your

         as for this unruly air,  I
                                                    breathe it deep.
Sarah Clark
Written by
Sarah Clark  32/F/Reno, NV
(32/F/Reno, NV)   
   Eloisa and Larry Marshall
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