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Nov 2010
my mind wraps tightly around an idea,
but like a rag being rung and twisted unto itself
loses the very water it tries so desperately to hug,
my thoughts seep through the cracks of my word's grasps
Written by
Zoe Woods
778
   --- and Summer Greenberg
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