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Sep 4
Fragmented existence
Broken, scattered pieces, clear as glass
Like grains of sand
Slipping through the cracks
Holding onto something that you can never get back
The past is in the past, otherwise suffocating you
Yet, instantly can be transported back, in time
Like broken hands on the clock stuck in constantΒ Β rewind
Spiraling down the unsteady staircase
Falling completely into a hypnotic state
Snapped back to reality, difference of perspective staring you in the face
Ashly Kocher
Written by
Ashly Kocher  37/F/Pennsylvania
   Daniel Ruiz
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