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2d
Fall into that
hole in the shape
of your body

and keep
falling until
you reach a

silent, empty
space, where words
have lost their

use, and emotions
pass through,
like tourists

and your name
has a hollow
ring to it.
Michael Rudelich
Written by
Michael Rudelich
24
     Evan Stephens, Dominic and rick
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