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Feb 2014
One
It was a carnival.
Of memories all flooded all over the place like a mad parade, and I
listlessly stood by waving
at each one of them--
Collecting
Odd bits
and pieces they threw in the air, preserving
their scent in
Chemicals.
Written by
Storm
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