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Oct 2010
Yesterday was a ferris wheel.
We floated through the lights,
and held to the knowledge of what today might be.
Our notions were false and naΓ―ve.
There was hollowness,
in the positivity of possibility.
Our crutches crumbled, our future’s become translucent.
Wipe the fog from your mirror,
only our insignificant memories are left to repent.
this is a work in progress.
Julia White
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Julia White  California
(California)   
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