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Tangible

Something to hold and feel, something real. Something for my soul. Everything that’s tangible, eventually goes. Untried, untested, mishaps are my fears. A waking soul, is it here?

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nickolas-lawson

American

Published: May 23, 2010
LinesWords: 128

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