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Jul 2013
I am infected with my own mortality,
as if I have given up
on dreaming.

But it is told that no love is found in the truth.

So I lie to myself
in quiet whispers.
Tell myself that emotions
are not

What a nightmare
infinity is
when you're trying to sleep
but your heart still beats.
Caroline Patterson
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Caroline Patterson
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