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Sep 2013
#6
i play it out in my head. a graceful arc
right at the crescendo. floating
through the air for what feels like
eternity. a crash. darkness. shards
of glass and hot blood. i don't feel
anything. it was purely magical and i
can see it over and over. can feel the
satisfying breaks, can predict the
damage. it won't stop me from doing
it again.
Abigail
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Abigail  cincinnati
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