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Aug 2013
I tried finding Sense.
It was troubling to discover,
To accept her misleading identity.

She is not common.
You cannot see her.
You cannot hear her.
You cannot feel her.
For she does not exist.

And it is this very absence
Where nothing exists
That I feel numb without Sense.
Makes no sense.
draft.
Written by
jess
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