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Jul 2011
Body doubled,
Huddled for warmth.

Cold sweat.
Thumping movements.
Buzzing fingertips.
Itching apparitions.
Mighty seraphim's dreams.
The danger of an open mouth,
The Tempest of the dunes lingers.

Unclasped hands,
No longer able to etch
The tablet.
Written by
Jasmine Paisley
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