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Apr 6
maybe tonight, i
will finally learn
to close my eyes
and let myself
forget, just for one
solitary night, about
the world falling into
tiny, discrete pieces,
about planes crashing into
an infinite array of
crimson sparks, neat
and organized in its
grand display of
all the uncertainty
that we must face,
maybe, tonight.
04.06.20, JNH
Written by
JN Ha  F/New York, NY
(F/New York, NY)   
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