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Jan 2014
I know my vision is often clouded,
but even when I try to blink away
the blur of disbelief,
I still see it with impartial eyes:

You float into space
and strike at the stars,
expecting to glimpse Euphoriaβ€”
But your hollow heart is
burdened, harbored;

And the weights of a long past
cannot be so easily
expelled
Michelle Rose
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Michelle Rose
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