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Jun 2013
i keep looking for something
that doesn't exist.

it's like turning the pages
of an empty notebook
in hopes to find a journal entry
that has yet to be written.

i have an undying sense of fear for
something i cannot see, nor touch, nor hear;
i believe this fear is that
you're more fiction than fact.
Sarah Camacho
Written by
Sarah Camacho  Maine
(Maine)   
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