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Sep 11
Its amazing how we pass time
Cocooned
In our own beings so that
Nothing
Matters more than the next
Minute
And the freckles on our hands
Possess
More pull than magnetic
Ends
Of planets spinning with hushed
Breaths
Which may soon gasp the cursed
Smog
Of our corrupted souls
we are so caught up in our own lives, we forget the bigger picture
Sarah Strack
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Sarah Strack  22/F
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